Chapter 34 Senior Mo Cen
This was the first time Liu Xunyi saw the legendary Northern Sage King. Although he was nearly fifty years old, he looked as energetic as a young man in his twenties. He was seven feet tall, with an upright figure, a dignified appearance, and an extraordinary appearance. Even at his age today, his appearance and temperament can still be described as handsome and elegant, with a well-defined face and handsome features. Even standing next to the handsome and suave Lu Tingxiang, he was not inferior to him in appearance. And in terms of the aura of majesty without anger, Luo Tianjin was even more powerful than the young Lu Tingxiang.

In front of Luo Tianjin, Lu Tingxiang showed the respect of a junior, but he also showed the grace and spirit of the head of the Lu family. Lu Tingxiang is only thirty years old, but the friendliness and calmness he exudes in his every move are far beyond the reach of his peers. He is wearing a moon-white robe with a white jade shirt, a jade-like face and delicate facial features like sculptures. How can he be more than a handsome man? Even Liu Xunyi, a grown man, couldn't help but want to take a few more glances.

Until this moment, Liu Xunyi finally understood why Lu Tingxiang was praised as "the first gentleman in the martial arts world". Regardless of his martial arts, his handsome appearance and his status as the head of the Lu family made him a truly excellent man. No wonder the women in Jiangnan all regarded Lu Tingxiang as their ideal husband. If you can really get a husband like this, young with good looks, martial arts, status, family background, I believe it will be a great attraction for any woman in the world.

Lu Tingxiang first invited Luo Tianjin, Luo Ningyu and Deng Changchuan to take their seats, and then invited Shen Dongshan to take his seat. Shen Dongshan's seat was in the middle of the south side, under the huge banner of the Dongshan Company, there was a separate armchair.

Seeing Lu Tingxiang appear, the atmosphere in the martial arts arena became even more enthusiastic. After Luo Tianjin and Shen Dongshan took their seats, Lu Tingxiang walked to the center of the martial arts arena, clasped his fists and saluted in all directions, saying loudly: "Today is the 60th birthday of my father's brother, Senior Mo Cen. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the martial arts friends who came to celebrate Senior Mo's birthday."

Seeing Lu Tingxiang salute, the people around the martial arts field bowed in return.

"You all should know that today is not only Senior Mo's 60th birthday, but there is also a major event concerning Senior Mo that I would like to invite everyone present to witness." Lu Tingxiang said slowly, "Senior Mo is going to retire from the underworld today! I am fortunate to have Senior Mo's trust and have the courage to preside over this matter. I hope that you can consider the Jiangnan Lu Mansion and my face and not care too much about the past grievances with Senior Mo, so that he can retire peacefully and enjoy his old age! I would like to thank you in advance on behalf of my father and Senior Mo!"

After saying that, Lu Tingxiang glanced at Sikong Zhu who was waiting in the distance and nodded slightly. Sikong Zhu quickly entered the Chongwu Hall, and after a moment, led the two of them out of the hall slowly.

They were a man and a woman. The man was strong and sturdy, but his hair and beard were all gray, and his slightly cloudy eyes also revealed a hint of old age and fatigue. This person was the protagonist who retired today, the famous martial artist Mo Cen, who used to be known in the martial arts world for his Subduing Tiger Blade.

The woman looked only about thirty years old, quite pretty, but she was timid and cowardly. She seemed to have never seen such a scene before, and her body trembled as she stepped out of Chongwu Hall. Under the gaze of so many eyes, her demeanor seemed a little unnatural, and her eyes kept dodging around.

At this moment, the woman was holding a child who was less than two years old in her arms. This child was the reason why Mo Cen decided to retire from the world. He was a rare son in his old age.

After all, Mo Cen was an old man in the martial arts world. Although he had not faced so many fellow martial artists in the past twenty years, he still had the confidence as a martial arts veteran. He looked around the crowd first, then put his hand around the woman's waist, and walked into the martial arts arena with the mother and daughter with a smile on his face. His steps were slow, as if he was deliberately taking care of his wife and children.

Seeing the slightly old Mo Cen, many people couldn't help but sigh. Is this still the Fu Hu Dao who led the twelve death warriors to attack the Bian Jing Palace? The Fu Hu Dao of the past was fearless and carried a four-foot-long sword in high spirits. No one dared to provoke him. Looking at Mo Cen today, his steps are lazy and his sharpness has disappeared without a trace. Instead, he has the frail appearance of an ordinary old man, and even a bit of cowardice and compromise.

There are many people who are of the same generation as Mo Cen. They feel an unspeakable bitterness when they see Mo Cen today. They have been in the martial arts world for decades and have seen swords and swords, fighting and killing. They know that not everyone in the martial arts world can live to the day of retirement like Mo Cen. Most people die in an accident. They are born into the martial arts world, and even if they die, they can't escape being a ghost. If they think carefully about living in fear all their lives, living a life of poverty at midnight and wealth at dawn, and either someone kills me or I kill others, they can't help but feel an inexplicable sadness.

Therefore, in the eyes of these people, in addition to their feelings, they will also have some reflections on Mo Cen today, and perhaps some people will even feel a little envious of Mo Cen.

But the people present today are mostly young people. In their eyes, Mo Cen is undoubtedly cowardly, ridiculous, and worthless. They ridicule Mo Cen's comfort, and even disdain his retirement. They don't even believe that this old man in front of them has done so many great things. In the minds of the young generation, life should be lived vigorously and death should be died magnificently. As a person in the martial arts world, you should never have the idea of ​​retiring. This is undoubtedly a choice that people look down on.

As the saying goes, everyone has his own way of living, who can tell what is right and what is wrong? As long as you live the life you want, it is enough!

"My dear nephew, thank you for your help." When he came closer, Mo Cen first greeted Lu Tingxiang, then raised his head and bowed to the heroes on all sides, saying, "Everyone, thank you for your help! I have been wandering in the martial arts world for decades, and today I am fortunate enough to be able to retire with the help of my dear nephew Lu and all my martial arts friends. During these decades in the martial arts world, I have accumulated countless grievances and grudges. Today, I would like to express my gratitude to those who have done me a favor. I would also like to express my forgiveness to those who have grievances against me. I hope that after today, all the grievances and grudges I have been involved in can be written off, so that I can have the honor to live a peaceful and stable old age with my wife and children."

"Senior Mo has made great contributions to the Central Plains martial arts world. In the future, the legend of Senior Mo will be left in the martial arts world. We will always remember Senior Mo's kindness. I believe no one will care about those small misunderstandings anymore." Luo Tianjin was the first to speak with a smile. His voice was as gentle as jade. Although it was not hurried or slow, it was loud and clear, so that everyone present could hear it clearly.

Who is Luo Tianjin? He was the first to say this, which was undoubtedly a reassurance for Mo Cen. The Northern Sage King said that Mo Cen's past grievances should not be taken into account. Who else dared to stand up and find fault?

"Lord Luo's words really touched me." Mo Cen bowed slightly to Luo Tianjin and said with a self-deprecating smile, "There are always talented people in the martial arts world. I am old and my health is not as good as before. Now my eyesight is blurry and my ears are deaf. I can't even walk properly. Haha... How can I be compared with you young people? Therefore, I can save my reputation by retiring early. Otherwise, the reputation I worked so hard to build will be lost sooner or later."

"Senior Mo is still as sharp as ever, otherwise you would never have given birth to such a big fat boy, right? Haha..." Someone in the crowd spoke up, immediately causing a burst of laughter.

Mo Cen's wife's face was so red that it seemed to be red all the way to her ears, but Mo Cen, on the other hand, was laughing heartily, as if he didn't care at all about such teasing.

"Senior Mo should not retire, he should teach you martial arts, so that in twenty years, you can be a powerful tiger-subduing swordsman again."

"That's right. With Master Lu protecting you, who in the martial arts world dares to cause trouble for Senior Mo? You don't have to retire from the martial arts world. You can still enjoy your old age in peace."

"Yes, it is a great pity for us younger generations that Senior Mo has retired from the martial arts world." "The Bianjing Palace is still there, but the Subduing Tiger Sword is no longer there. It is really a great regret in life."

For a moment, the martial arts arena was filled with voices of agreement, and Mo Cen patiently joked and talked with them one by one. The scene suddenly became lively.

"Since you are retiring, why don't you show off your skills a little bit, so that we, the younger generation, can see the might of the Subduing Tiger Sabre back then." Someone suggested, "After today, it will be extremely difficult for us to see Senior Mo's saber skills again."

Mo Cen waved his hands and said with a smile: "No, no, I am old now. My Fuhu Knife has been thrown under the bed for a long time and has rusted. It will be loose and unbecoming if I wield it now. Not only will I be embarrassed, but I will also be ridiculed by you. How dare I show off my skills in front of an expert? Haha..."

"Senior Mo, you are too polite." Mo Cen's words attracted another round of echoes. However, most of the people who joined in the conversation were young disciples standing in the back, while the big shots sitting in the front rarely spoke.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Mo Cen saw that the time was almost up, so he waved his hand for everyone to be quiet, and laughed loudly: "Nephew Lu has prepared a banquet for this old man. After this old man retires from the underworld, we will go to the banquet together to eat, drink and talk to our heart's content. And I have an appointment with you all today, I must not leave until I am drunk. Haha..."

After saying that, Mo Cen turned around and glanced at Lu Tingxiang. Lu Tingxiang understood and took a seat at the sidelines, leaving the huge martial arts arena to Mo Cen and his wife and children.

Mo Cen pointed at his wife and children, and sincerely entrusted everyone: "Everyone, this is my wife and son. I know that my health is not as good as before, and I may die some day. After I pass away, if you have the opportunity to meet them in the world, I hope you can take care of them for my sake. Here, I would like to thank you all first!" After that, Mo Cen picked up a bowl of wine from the table and drank it all in one gulp without saying a word. After the bowl was turned upside down, Mo Cen bowed deeply and respectfully in all directions.

This scene made everyone feel extremely sad. When had the iron-clad Fuhu Dao ever been so timid in front of others? At an old age, he had to kowtow to these younger martial arts masters for the sake of his wife and children. It really made people feel uncomfortable.

"Ugh!"

Luo Tianjin's sudden sigh startled Liu Xunyi who was standing in the crowd, and he became even more curious about the Northern Wise King whom he was about to approach.

The huge martial arts arena was in complete silence. After Mo Cen bowed to everyone one by one, he slowly stood up. At this moment, his old eyes were filled with tears without him noticing.

"We laugh at the vastness of the wind and clouds, swords and knives are like dreams and blood is cold. The martial arts world is still there, the old people are gone, a thousand years are nothing but... a thought." Mo Cen's eyes swept across the unfurled flags, and he silently muttered, "What a big martial arts world... Alas!"

After expressing his emotion, Mo Cen finally looked back at his wife and children, and with a bitter expression, he turned his thoughts into an endless sigh. Then he quickly wiped away his tears, walked slowly to the golden basin, and slowly rolled up his sleeves in full view of everyone.

"The time has come. I have been so gracious to you all for not arguing with me for decades. No words can express my gratitude." Mo Cen said, "Everyone, if there is an afterlife, we will meet again in the martial arts world. I will say goodbye today!"

After saying that, Mo Cen no longer hesitated. He stretched out a pair of calloused and wrinkled hands tremblingly and dipped them into the golden basin with determination.

"Wait a minute, Junior Brother Mo! Before you retire, there is something that no longer belongs to you. Shouldn't you return it to your master first?" Suddenly, a hoarse and teasing voice suddenly sounded from outside the martial arts arena.

Hearing this voice, Liu Xunyi was stunned. He felt that the voice was familiar, but he couldn't figure it out for a while. Lin Fangda, who was standing beside him, suddenly reached out and grabbed Liu Xunyi's sleeve, and whispered excitedly: "Look, my dear brother, the leader of Kongtong Sect is here."

Just as Lin Fangda finished speaking, a series of "clack clack" sounds came from the gate. Under the curious gaze of the crowd, a skinny old man with an unremarkable appearance rode a donkey and leisurely stepped into the martial arts field.

As soon as he saw the old man, Liu Xunyi's eyes widened suddenly. This man was the drunk old man who helped him deal with Tang Afu on the street last night.

"I never thought he would be the leader of Kongtong Sect, Zhongli Mu!"

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(End of this chapter)