Zixian was thinking about other problems at this time, how could he pay attention to him.

It stands to reason that the human body has 12 meridian veins and 8 strange meridians. The 12 main meridians are the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, Hand Syncope Yin Pericardial Meridian, Hand Shao Yin Heart Meridian, Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Meridian, Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, Hand Sun Small Intestine Meridian, Zu Tai Yin Spleen Meridian, Zu Shao Yin Liver Meridian, Zu Shao Yin Kidney Meridian, Zu Yang Ming Stomach Meridian, Zu Shao Yang Gall Meridian, and Foot Sun Bladder Meridian.

Among them, the Hand Taiyin Lung Meridian, the Hand Yin Pericardial Meridian, the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian, the Hand Yang Ming Large Intestine Meridian, the Hand Shaoyang Sanjiao Meridian, and the Hand Sun Small Intestine Meridian are collectively referred to as the six veins, and the left and right are symmetrical and echo each other.

Since the five fingers of the right hand can emit sword qi, why is it that only the little finger of the five fingers of the left hand can emit sword qi, and the power is far less than that of the five fingers of the right hand?

After thinking about it, he couldn't think of a reason, so Zixian simply didn't think about it first. Since this move hurts the enemy with the sword qi emitted by the six veins, it is called the six-vein divine sword.

Zixian touched the long sword on his back, and said secretly in his heart: "It seems that there are not many people who can let me pull out this sword in the future." ”

Seeing that no one was paying attention to them, Mei Jian was a little angry, and just wanted to have a seizure, Ju Jian hurriedly grabbed him: "This person's martial arts are extremely weird, and his internal strength is unfathomable, don't anger him." ”

Mei Jian shook off the chrysanthemum sword and shouted coldly: "Who is pretending to be a ghost here, get out of here!" ”

"Haha!" Zixian looked up to the sky and laughed, his voice was fluttering, he couldn't hear the distance, accompanied by the rustle of leaves, which made people feel furious.

Several disciples of the Inner Sect of the Tianshan Mountains retreated to the side of Mei Lan Zhuju Sijian, holding their swords and looking around vigilantly.

"It seems to be the voice of the master......" Zhao Xiyu's eyes widened. They came out this time to receive an assignment from the sect and came to find the master.

"Master, we are looking for you so hard, please show up!" Wang Dazhui half-knelt on the ground and pleaded.

At this time, two extremely familiar breaths from far and near, and in a few breaths, they had already traveled to this forest.

This is, Dumb Aunt and Yi'er?

Zixian, who has always been calm, couldn't help but get excited. I haven't seen him for so long, and I don't know what has become of my two precious apprentices.

But Zixian was unwilling to go down. She doesn't know why, probably because the ancients said "the hometown is more timid".

What do you have to say when you see them? Should I cry or laugh? Zixian was not prepared at all. What's more, it's been three years, and I don't know if they have another master or another master......

Thinking of this, Zixian's heart tightened for no reason. Although she didn't want to be a carefree head at first, and she didn't think that she would accept apprentices, but when all this had happened and was deeply ingrained in her heart, the feeling of being difficult to let go of was so real.

The sparkling Lingbo Immortal Mansion, the sphorescence of the flowers and plants, the ten miles of peach blossoms on the shore of the Xiaoyao Lake like smoke, and the well-behaved and obedient colorful deer, like the golden-topped Buddha light, the sea of clouds, the medicine garden, and the Lingfeng of Mount Emei, are deeply imprinted in the heart of Zixian, and they can't be left behind.

The dumb aunt was holding the five-string Broken Soul Qin, and Qu Yi was holding the Easy Sword, and suddenly broke into Zixian's field of vision.

The dumb aunt is more beautiful than before. The long black hair was tied haphazardly at the back of his head with an inky silk, and his face was as white and smooth as the finest porcelain. It's just that the body is very thin, and the black cloth clothes on the body are a little wide. It seems that while she was away, she began to eat badly again.

Qu Yi's stature has risen a lot, and Junlang's face has become more mature. He smiled as slightly as before, giving people a warm feeling. He was still wearing the most commonly used cyan scarf for scholars, and although he was moving forward at a high speed, he was as calm as a leisurely stroll.

The two of them were in a fluttering shape, and they walked from the edge of the woodland to the crowd in a few steps, and the speed was staggering.

"Senior sister, senior brother, the master, the master, she is nearby!" Zhao Xiyu and the three of them saw the dumb aunt and Qu Yi, and said busily.

"Master! Master, where are you? Yi'er misses you so much, and she misses you so much...... We will be obedient in the future, are you okay when you come out......" Qu Yi was afraid that Zixian would leave, so he hurriedly said loudly.

Lan Jian sneered strangely: "Senior brother of the Carefree Sect? Isn't your master already dead, what are you howling here? Can you still howl her back? Giggles, it's funny. ”

These days, I have always heard others say that he is dead, and Zixian has already accumulated a stomach of evil fire. It's so good to die, this Lan Jian actually talked about this topic again. Besides, he insulted his own apprentice, which was even more intolerable.

"Dumb aunt, Yi'er." Zixian opened his mouth lightly, and the cold voice swirled over the trees, penetrating everyone's ears with great clarity.

It was only at this moment that the dumb aunt and Qu Yi were really sure that their master was indeed still alive and was by their side.

The heart was filled with great joy, and it was about to jump out of the chest. The smile of joy did not climb up his cheeks, but the tears fell.

Qu Yi was silent for a long time before he regained his voice, and choked up: "Master! The disciple is here! Senior sister is also there! ”

The dumb girl nodded violently as she shed tears.

"It seems to be true. After three years of death, he can still be resurrected, and the Lord of the Mo Alliance is really haunted. Mei Jian said coldly.

Ju Jian hurriedly pulled the corner of his clothes: "Senior brother, don't talk about it......"

Zhu Jian also whispered: "What the junior brother said is very true, let's run quickly." ”

The dumb girl's eyes were red, her fingertips plucked on the strings, and an extremely condensed piano sound flew towards Mei Jian's throat at great speed. It doesn't sound as sharp as it did three years ago, but it's more lethal than it used to be.

Mei Jian didn't expect the dumb aunt to come up and make a move, and she was caught off guard and almost hit the trick. Fortunately, Ju Jian usually likes to collect information about the masters of various sects, and knows that the temper of the dumb aunt is to do it when she says it, and she will do it if she doesn't say it, so she has been on guard for a long time, so she took out her long sword to block it for Mei Jian.

The sound of the piano hit the sword, making a crisp sound of "bang" and the gold and stone striking, if it weren't for the Jin Rui Liuxia sword worn by Ju Jian was made of dark iron, I am afraid it would have been broken into two.

"Master, these two people are disrespectful to you, wait for the disciples to eradicate them, and then come to see Master!" Qu Yi Dao.

"Go ahead, let the master see if you have made progress in the past three years, if you lose, the master will not spare you." The corners of Zixian's mouth unconsciously hooked and smiled.

Qu Yi laughed: "Master, don't worry, see how Yi'er cleans them up." With that, he pulled up his black sleeves and rushed forward with the Easy Sword.

At this time, the dumb aunt was already sitting on the ground with the piano in her arms, and the melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the surrounding trees were shaken by the fluctuating internal force, and the fallen leaves were sprinkled down like snowflakes, adding a sense of solemnity.