I hang up for retirement in the martial arts world

Chapter 118 Nine Fate
At the time when the young man was comfortably revealing his evil taste in Chen's mansion.

at the same time.

At the foot of Jiuyuan Mountain thousands of miles away.

Amidst the boundless whiteness of the snow, there is a small black figure wriggling forward with difficulty against the snow several feet deep in front and the endless cold wind
This figure is exactly the young man in Xuanyi who left safely from the Chen Mansion.

Zhou Fan, the outer disciple of Jiuyuan Mountain.

He was on his way back to his mountain gate.

"I am!" Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the snow.

Due to the deep snow ahead, Zhou Fan was careless for a moment, stepped on the ground with one foot, and fell into the snow, almost burying his whole body.
"Grandma Zhente's bad luck!" Just as she was about to roll into the snow.

He raised his breath suddenly, drew his sword and chopped off the snow under his feet, and immediately jumped up from the snow with the force of recoil.

With enough qi under his feet, his body was like a flying swallow, and after counting on the snow, he finally stepped on the ground.

Reluctantly brought himself back on the right path.

"It's dangerous! If I knew this, I might as well just stay in Xuanrong Town!"

"Anyway, I've been sleepy for more than half a month, and it's not bad for a few days. At worst, I'll lose some face and work for the people in the inn for a few days, just change some food!"

At this moment, the young man was filled with regret.

It turned out that after he escaped from the Chen Mansion, he did not return to the mountain immediately, but slipped to the nearby bustling county town. Ken set foot on the way home.

As a result, he was stopped in a small town two hundred miles away by the sudden heavy snow, and was trapped for more than half a month.

It wasn't until the last two days that I ran out of money and was forced to go back to the mountain.
This behavior is extremely reckless!
Now the area around Jiuyuan Mountain has also been hit by snowstorms, and the surrounding area is sparsely populated. Within a radius of nearly a hundred miles, there is almost no human habitation, and there is no way to supply all the supplies along the way.

If he couldn't get back within a day, even if his martial arts weren't bad, he might freeze to death in the ice and snow at night.

Since December, the wind and snow has not stopped for a day, and the road has long been completely buried. If there is no guidance from the towering mountains ahead, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish the direction within the range of dozens of miles of wind and snow. Must die!
It is enough hard work to resist the cold and find the way forward with a general's skill. It is pure daydream to step on the snow without a trace in the heavy snow and travel hundreds of miles a day!
"Fortunately, it's not far from the mountain gate!"

"It's still early, otherwise I'm afraid I'm going to the underworld to meet my junior sister!"

In the snowstorm, Zhou Fan tightened his shirt, shrunk his neck and sighed.

Immediately, he waved the long sword in his hand, probing the snow ahead one after another, and continued on his way cautiously.

In heavy snow.

Where the little black shadow passed, it left a series of footprints one foot deep and one foot shallow
It didn't take long for the footprints to be covered by the wind and snow again.

Jiuyuan Mountain Front Hall, Qingyuan Palace.

In front of the archway of the main gate.

A janitor on duty was holding a sword in his arms, leaning against the boulder, his eyes half-closed, obviously dozing off.

Suddenly, a savage in ragged clothes suddenly appeared in the distance, and rushed to him in three or two steps.

This shock made the disciple's hairs stand on end, and his eyes widened immediately.

"Wu Na Hei Si, where are you monster? How dare you come to my Jiuyuan Mountain to make trouble, could it be that you don't know the demon-slaying sword in your grandfather's hand?!" He drew his sword to stop the other party in shock, and asked sharply.

"Behead your uncle. Zhao Ziqing! Don't read the scripts!! I'm your senior brother Zhou Fan!"

Just as he was about to go forward and poke a few holes in the opponent, he saw the black servant in front of him curse back in a sentimental tone.

"Hey, it really is!"

Zhao Ziqing held his sword straight, stepped forward slowly, took a closer look, and then recognized the person coming.

Immediately, he let go of his vigilance, and said amusedly, "Senior Brother Zhou, where did you escape from?"

"The road was blocked by heavy snow, and there was no entanglement on the way, so I came back with my life!" Zhou Fan thought of the hardships of the journey, felt uncomfortable, and replied angrily.

Immediately, he asked, "Where is Uncle Wei now?"

"I'm probably in the Tianshu Pavilion right now, together with some senior uncles and senior brothers Feng, I'm completing the sword manual!" Zhao Ziqing looked at his outfit and replied with a smile.

"Get out of here quickly, don't get in the way! I, this black servant, have something important to do, and I need to report it to the deputy head!" Zhou Fan gave him a blank look, and pushed him away.

Now inside the mountain gate, many disciples withered, only a few elders and dozens of disciples remained, barely supporting the scene.

Wei Yunqiao, who is the youngest among the elders and has the highest martial arts skills, is temporarily acting as the head of Jiuyuan Mountain.

"Pfft haha! Brother, please, please!"

"Hmph!" Amidst the laughter of his junior brother, he snorted coldly, with the remaining internal strength of luck, he rushed into the mountain gate in a hurry.

Go straight through Qingyuan Palace.

And across the vast martial arts dojo, under the strange eyes of more than a dozen brothers and sisters, he cheekily walked through the three palaces of Yaoguang, Kaiyang and Tianheng.

Finally came to Tianshu Pavilion.

This former Palace of Tibetan Kung Fu has only been rebuilt for a few months now, and it looks extremely simple.
In the empty hall.

Several bookshelves, seven futons, two desks, and a set of pens and inks.

The futons are arranged according to the position of the Big Dipper, and there are several men with different clothes and expressions sitting cross-legged on it.

Each of them seemed to be over fifty years old, showing a bit of old age, and among them the position of Tianshu.
It was Wei Yunqiao who was dressed in fancy clothes.

"The handle of a long soldier is wood, and the handle of a short soldier is an arm."

"Long soldiers advance and retreat with good hands, and short soldiers must be sharp in advance and retreat. The feet are like a rabbit and the body is like the wind, and sitting three feet makes eight wastes." The head of Wei is closing his eyes and meditating, as if he is practicing swordsmanship in his heart. From time to time, he reported a few sentences about the essence of swordsmanship.

Not only Wei Yunqiao, but the several elders present spoke up from time to time, and whenever they felt something was wrong, they immediately refuted and corrected it.
Behind the table on the side.

There was a young man in Qingyun uniform who was writing vigorously, recording what everyone said.

This one is the senior brother Feng that Zhao Ziqing said, and the only surviving direct disciple of the head of Jiuyuan Mountain, Feng Ziqi.

"Uncle Master!"

"Uncle Yunlan!"

"Big Brother!"

Seeing this, Zhou Fan lightened his steps, stepped forward respectfully and saluted everyone.

"Junior brother Zhou!" Feng Ziqi saw him in a state of distress, his face tightened, he put down the pen and paper, stepped forward and asked seriously: "How did you become like this?! Could it be that person from the Martial Arts Society?" .”

"Di Fan, who are you?" Wei Yunqiao and the elders opened their eyes slightly when they heard the sound, and looked over with the same doubts.

The sentence "the land of rites and music, the picture of the sun and the moon on the flag" is the order of seniority set by Cheng Lisheng, the ancestor of Jiuyuan Mountain.

And Zhou Fan is in the door, he is the generation of the earth.

(End of this chapter)