A slightly older boy next to him hurriedly grabbed him and said in a low voice: "Little junior brother, don't meddle in your affairs, have you forgotten how the master explained?" ”

"Senior brother, what you clearly saw ......"

"Shut up! I didn't learn kung fu very well, but I couldn't change my nosy problem. Last time, you provoked the disciples of the Tianshan Sect, if it weren't for the Mei Sword Saint Envoy of the Tianshan Sect who liked our senior sister, you thought you would still be alive? Our Huashan faction is already small, the master is old, and there are no masters in our generation, how can we cause trouble everywhere? ”

"Senior brother, aren't we martial arts practitioners supposed to uphold justice, if we don't even dare to tell the truth, then what's the point of us learning martial arts......" The young man tugged at his senior brother's sleeve pitifully.

"Hugh has to say more! It seems that Senior Sister is right, the Huashan faction will be destroyed in your hands sooner or later! The young brother's face sank.

The corners of Zixian's mouth curled. Although they talked in a low voice, with Zixian's ear power, how could they hide it from her.

No matter how many insensitive people there are in this world, there will always be some people with blood and a sense of justice. As long as they are there, there is hope in the world.

The young man was reprimanded by his own senior brother, a mist rose in his eyes, and he lowered his head with a lonely expression.

Zixian walked over, put his hand on the young man's shoulder, and said gently: "Little brother, tell my sister, what is your name?" ”

The young man only felt a majestic True Qi suddenly burrowing into his body from his shoulder, swimming along the meridians, opening through those closed entrances one by one.

As more and more entrances were opened, the young man's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the meridians of his body were painful and numb, as if they were about to explode, but looking at Zixian's clear eyes like water, he was looking at himself with concern, but he didn't move his position, gritted his teeth and said, "Sister, my name is Feng Qingyang." ”

"Good name." Zixian burst into a bright smile, and used the method of sound transmission to say in Feng Qingyang's ear: "Qingyang is not my sister's disciple, my sister can't pass on the internal skills of this sect to you, but there is a swordsmanship, and after learning it, you will never be bullied again, does Qingyang want to learn?" ”

At this time, the eight veins of the Qi Jing with a clear wind have been opened up by Zixian, and a warm current rises from the dantian, circulating and flowing in the body, and the whole body is like being reborn, indescribably light and comfortable.

Feng Qingyang, who tasted the sweetness, nodded decisively. Although his martial arts attainments are not high, his brain is not stupid, and he knows that this matter is not suitable for publicity, so he did not speak, but only nodded in agreement.

The previous few disciples fell out inexplicably, and their hearts were already on fire, and at this time, they saw that a doll about ten years old dared to oppose them, so their faces showed a fierce look.

The first one shouted: "Little rabbit cub, dare to meddle with grandpa's affairs, I think you are tired of living!" After that, he drew his sword and stabbed at the wind.

Zixian chuckled lightly and said, "It's just right to come, Qingyang, let's try their hands." ”

Feng Qingyang pulled out the long sword behind his back, glanced at Zixian, nodded slightly, and then greeted him.

After opening up the meridians, it is different, the flashing and moving are much more flexible, and the strength seems to be inexhaustible.

The breezy senior brother looked at the little junior brother who had always been a waste of firewood suddenly became so powerful, rubbed his eyes, and wondered if he had drunk too much and hallucinated.

Several other disciples found that their companions could not touch Feng Qingyang no matter how much they slashed and stabbed, so they also joined the battle group. After all, Feng Qingyang is young and has little combat experience, so he is in danger for a while.

Zixian's voice sounded in Feng Qingyang's ears at the right time: "Gui Mei tends to be without delusion, without delusion tends to be the same person, and the same person tends to be big." A to C, C to G, G to Dec. The friend of the ugly, the friend of Tatsumi, the friend of the noon. Wind and thunder are a change, mountains are a change, and water and fire are a change. The universe is excited, the shock is excited, and the separation is exciting......"

Feng Qingyang has been practicing martial arts with his master since he was a child, although he can't fully understand it, but he also heard a rough idea. In addition, Zixian used his fingers from time to time to send out invisible energy to correct his occasional fallacy, and gradually gained the upper hand.

With a scream, the last disciple was also picked off by Feng Qingyang. Feng Qingyang returned the sword to the sheath, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, he suddenly knelt down in front of Zixian: "Qingyang thanks my sister for her kindness!" ”

Zixian helped him up and said, "Silly boy, why bother? ”

Feng Qingyang said stubbornly: "Qingyang has just thought clearly, learning is learning, the master can beat or scold him, but Qingyang can't deny his sister's kindness!" ”

As if being struck by a burst of thunder, Zixian's head came from a sharp pain, and his figure shook a few times, but fortunately he was supported by Feng Qingyang on the side: "Sister, what's wrong with you, were you tired of opening up the meridians for Qingyang just now?" ”

A large number of fragments of memories flooded into my mind, and those images were so real that they seemed to have happened yesterday.

On the Jinding Square of Mount Emei, the condensation cream in a pale yellow dress announced lightly in front of everyone: "In the future, Mo Zixian will be my apprentice." ”

In the Sword Intent Lingshuang Palace, the master grabbed his little hand and put on the Moyu Leader's Ring preciously, "Xian'er just take it." Master will only have you as an apprentice in this life, and the position of the head of the sect will naturally be yours in the future. ”

In the dark Lingbo Cave, Dugu Qinxin, who had passed on his skills to himself, said in a weak voice: "In the future, the Loose Sect will be handed over to you......" Then the shriveled body slowly shattered like a rock that had weathered for thousands of years, and finally only a piece of powder remained. A gust of wind blew and disappeared into heaven and earth.

On the back of the phoenix, looking at the rapidly retreating clouds, because he was afraid that his master would be angry, he secretly made up his mind not to use the free martial arts, and not to tell anyone about the things in the Ling Bo Cave......

Suddenly, Zixian felt embarrassed. Thinking of what he did before, what he thought and thought, he was even worse than the teenage doll in front of him.

Qingyang still knows that the kindness of others cannot be denied, but he has been trying to avoid Dugu Qinxin's affairs. While using the martial arts she taught her to save the day again and again, she deceived herself into believing that she didn't owe her anything. The carefree faction entrusted to her, although he is also dedicated, always treats himself as an outsider. It wasn't until the moment when she was taken away by Yan Jun on the nineteenth floor of hell for herself that she called her "Master" at her request.

Zixian lowered his eyes, and a drop of crystal fell quietly.

Master, where are you, Xian'er knows that it is wrong. It turns out that from beginning to end, the person I am most ashamed of is you.

An orange light slowly condensed in Zi Xian's body, and finally embedded it on the soul of life. It turns out that this spirit of gratitude has been hidden in himself, but it has never been discovered.

"Sister......" The wind was clear, and the soft and glutinous voice pulled Zixian back to reality.

Looking at his worried look, Zixian barely squeezed out a faint smile: "Qingyang is good, my sister is fine." Just now, my sister passed on that your set of swordsmanship is called Dugu Nine Swords, which was created by my sister's master Dugu Qinxin. If you can practice to the end of the world, you can be invincible in the world. I hope you will figure it out with your heart, and you must not disappoint your sister's intentions. ”

When Feng Qingyang heard this, his expression turned grim, and he knelt down on one knee and arched his hand: "Yes, Qingyang remembers his sister's teachings." ”

Zixian helped Feng Qingyang up, touched his little head, and said with the corners of his mouth slightly upturned: "Qingyang, don't fight with people at will in the future, you will die." But if someone dares to bully you, don't be polite to them. ”

Feng Qingyang showed a child's innocent smile at this time: "Qingyang remembers, I will definitely not embarrass my sister." ”