When she was about to reach the waterfall, Nangong Qingyu suddenly heard the footsteps of several people coming towards her, and along with the footsteps, there was actually the muttering of her younger brother Nangong Shaoqi.

"Alas! Is it so difficult for real masters to speak! Little three, little four, you say! Young master, I have lowered my body so much to invite him, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't appreciate it, he actually splashed me so wet with his palm...... Is...... Yawn...... Is...... Yawn ......"

Nangong Shaoqi didn't say the last word, and sneezed twice in succession.

Hearing her younger brother's voice, Nangong Qingyu's face changed slightly, and she immediately looked left and right, and then flashed and hid behind a big tree.

As soon as she hid behind the big tree, her younger brother Nangong Shaoqi and two guards walked quickly from the front of the road, and Nangong Qingyu saw that her younger brother was mostly wet in the moonlight.

Referring to what he muttered just now, Nangong Qingyu had already guessed what had just happened.

It seems that her brother and she want to go together. I must have gone to the man again to solicit him.

Now it seems to have failed.

Nangong Qingyu didn't expect that the person under the waterfall would actually use water to drive her brother away.

In this winter, most of her body was wet, how could she continue to stay there and pester him?

What a ploy.

It's just that her brother Shaoqi is suffering.

……

After two minutes had passed for her younger brother and the two guards of the junior and fourth juniors, Nangong Qingyu walked out from behind the big tree where she was hiding with a slight frown.

The reason why he frowned slightly, of course, was because of the content of what he had just heard his brother say.

Shaoqi failed to solicit again.

Can she succeed if she goes now? How sure are you? Three points? Or two points?

She thought to herself that she would go back.

But I want to go to the waterfall soon, and if I go back at this time, wouldn't it be in vain?

After thinking about it for a moment, she decided that it would be better to try again as originally planned, and even if it failed, it would be better than going back now.

Decided, she walked again in the direction where the sound of the waterfall was heard.

Many times, without being explicitly rejected, people will always be unwilling to give up.

……

Ten minutes later, Nangong Qingyu, who was alone, reappeared by the waterhole under the waterfall.

Yang Zhen, who was still wearing only a pair of boxer panties, was naked and practicing his palms under the curtain of the waterfall, felt her gaze on his back, frowned, Huo Ran turned his head, and his annoyed gaze fell on the silent and speechless Nangong Qingyu's white face.

"Are you all done? Do you have to kill a few people before you give up your boring ideas? ”

Facing Yang Zhen's sharp questioning, Nangong Qingyu was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "You are a real master, we need your joining, as long as you are willing, you can open all the conditions!" As long as I can do it, I promise you everything. ”

Say it all to me?

When Yang Zhen heard this, he felt the sincerity of Nangong Qingyu.

It's just that joining an iron fist that he has never heard of before must not be attractive to him.

In addition, he only wanted to concentrate all his energy on cultivating the Paiyun Palm recently, and he didn't want anything else to distract him.

Therefore, he would not consider joining this unruly Iron Fist Gate.

But to drive away the calm woman in front of you, you have to think of a better reason, otherwise, she may not leave.

Looking at the cold-faced woman with a clear and jade face by the waterhole, Yang Zhen's heart suddenly moved, and he thought of an idea. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a faint smile appeared.

"Be my woman, and I'll grant your request."

"What?"

Nangong Qingyu on the shore frowned, and she didn't understand what Yang Zhen meant for a while.

"If you are my woman, I will join you in the Iron Fist Gate!" Yang Zhen sneered and repeated his conditions.

"You ......"

Hearing what Yang Zhen meant, Nangong Qingyu's face changed slightly, she sincerely came to recruit this person, but this person teased her like this.

It really doesn't make sense.

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Qingyu suppressed the anger in her heart and said in a deep voice: "I respect you as a real master, please respect yourself." Let's change the conditions! On another condition, I promise you. ”

Another condition?

The sneer on the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth remained unchanged, "Okay, as long as you win against me, don't want you to be my woman, I will also join your sect." ”

"You ......"

Nangong Qingyu stood on the shore with a cold face and looked directly at Yang Zhen in the water curtain, her face was like frost.

Although she had expected it before coming here, Nangong Qingyu never expected that the two conditions put forward by this person one after another would be so difficult for a strong man.

If she can beat him, then what else does she need to do to recruit him so quietly?

Never mind!

This person has no intention of joining our Iron Fist Gate at all, and it is useless to reluctantly, so forget it!

Thinking so, Nangong Qingyu once again looked deeply at Yang Zhen in the water curtain, turned around and left. No more words were left.

Recruit a person, as the eldest lady of the Iron Fist Gate, she has already put her figure so low, no matter how low she is, even if she recruits this person today, there is no way to manage this person in the future.

When the time comes, this person will ride on his own head or even the head of the door owner, but it will be a big joke.

……

Yang Zhen in the water curtain watched the back of the woman on the shore leaving, with a smile on his face.

Who rarely joins what Iron Fist Gate?

His goal is to train Paiyun Palm to the fullest, and then cut off the enemies one by one and get back everything he has lost.

Instead of wasting time in this small sect in the middle of nowhere.

……

After continuing to practice palms under the waterfall until dawn, Yang Zhen, who was exhausted, withdrew from the game, it was already more than 7 o'clock in the morning.

Coming out of the bedroom, he boiled a bowl of duck blood vermicelli and boiled it slowly in the pot, while he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

His teeth had just been brushed halfway when the phone in his pocket suddenly rang annoyingly.

I don't know who called him early in the morning at this time.

Although it felt annoying, Yang Zhen quickly rinsed his mouth with some water, wiped the water stains on his hands with a towel that was still dry, and then took out his mobile phone and glanced at the caller ID on the screen.

"Second Uncle"

What was displayed on the screen was the word "second uncle".

Seeing these two words, Yang Zhen was stunned. Since exchanging mobile phone numbers with the second uncle two years ago, they have not spoken on the phone once.

Early in the morning, how could the second uncle, who had never called him, call him?

Without thinking much about it, he quickly pressed the answer button and put the phone to his ear.

"Hey? It's Xiao Zhen, right? ”

As soon as the phone rang, the second uncle's hoarse voice came from the mobile phone.

"It's me, second uncle, what's the matter?" Yang Zhen hurriedly responded.

"Alas! Xiao Zhen, your grandfather is dying, the old man was thinking about seeing you again before he died, and he refused to stretch his legs with his last breath, if you have time, hurry back to see him for the last time! It's too late, and you can only see his corpse......"

"Tick ......"

As soon as he heard the news that his grandfather was dying, two teardrops the size of beans rolled out of Yang Zhen's eyes, which were completely out of his control.

His parents have been running a restaurant for more than ten years, and he grew up with his grandfather, who brought him up with a handful of and urine, taught him to read and write, and taught him to practice martial arts.

The feelings are naturally deep.

But how could he have thought of hearing this bad news early this morning?