"Little Stone, where is Master? You should tell us! Or take us directly, Master is in retreat to practice the Cloud Palm, and we can go there to protect the Dharma for him and not let the outside world disturb his cultivation. ”

Or in the small valley outside Yangzhou, a big man with a rough face asked the immature-looking young man Xiaoshi.

There was also a man and a woman next to him.

At this time, the woman also chimed in: "Yes, Xiaoshi, we are the only ones who are still loyal to the master except you, but you don't even want to tell us where the master is, which makes us very hurt." ”

"That's right, little stone, do you want to the three of us away?" Finally, the man spoke up.

The little stone surrounded by the three of them in the middle looked hesitant.

"Actually......" Xiao Shi said hesitantly: "Actually, I don't know where Master is now, you know that Master has been looking for Shenbang martial arts all over the world for the past two years, and he has been in a different place every day, and only recently he has been in retreat and cultivation somewhere, so I really don't know where he is now." ”

"Then you must have his communication number! Don't tell us you don't have it either. ”

"Yes, if you don't even have his communication number, how do you know that he's currently in retreat somewhere?" Seeing that Xiao Shi really didn't seem to know the whereabouts of the Aotian Demon God, the woman and the rough man began to ask for the communication number of the Aotian Demon God.

"This ...... I've got ......."

"Then give us the number! Master is really, he didn't even notify us when he changed his new number, so we couldn't contact him for more than a year, otherwise we wouldn't have been separated from you in the first place......"

"It's ......"

……

That night, after Yang Zhen insisted on practicing under the waterfall for more than three hours, his body was tired and his stomach was hungry, so he suspended his cultivation, went to the nearby mountains and forests for a spin, and got a few wild fruits back.

When he was squatting by the pool under the waterfall to wash the wild fruits, the wrist instrument on his wrist suddenly made a ticking sound.

A text message was sent to his wrist device.

Who sent it?

Yang Zhen, who had washed the wild fruit, sat cross-legged on the boulder on the shore, nibbling on a wild fruit while clicking on the newly received text message in the wrist device.

"Master, where are you now? I heard Xiao Shi say that you have been in retreat and cultivating the Cloud Palm recently, which is a big deal for this sect. The disciple suddenly remembered that Master is currently alone, and no one takes care of your diet and daily life, I am afraid that how much will affect your cultivation progress, Master. For this reason, the disciple implores the master to let the disciple come to you and take care of your life. All for the sake of Master, you have already reached the top again. -- Disciple Flying Dance Respectfully"

"Flying Dance? Eleven? ”

Seeing that the payment of this text message was his eleventh disciple Flying Dance, a smile appeared on the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth.

When Feitian Dance was worshiped under his own door, he was lively and active, and his enthusiasm for learning martial arts was extremely high.

In less than two years, her martial arts surpassed most of her peers, and among those disciples, she should be ranked three or four now, right?

However, it is not necessary for her to take care of her own diet and daily life.

She is just her own disciple, and she is also a disciple in the game, not her own servant, so there is no need to abuse her like this.

Therefore, Yang Zhen smiled and sent her a text message back: "No need, it's good for me to take care of myself, do whatever you like!" When I come back to the world, you can just come back. ”

Sea of Stars.

Feitian Dance frowned when she saw Yang Zhen's new text message back to her.

This Proud Demon God, the vigilance is so heavy, does he already know that I have left the Eagle Claw Gate?

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Feitian Wu sent another text message: "Master, you just let me come!" I haven't seen you for more than a year, your martial arts must be many times higher than before, and recently you have been cultivating Paiyun Palm again, and your martial arts must be higher. ”

At the waterhole under the waterfall, Yang Zhen finished reading this new text message, and a smile overflowed on the corner of his mouth, Want to come and learn my martial arts?

I want to concentrate on my cultivation now, and I don't want to be distracted.

After Yang Zhen returned to the past with a new text message, he turned off his wrist device and completely cut off contact with the outside world.

Since you have chosen to practice in retreat, you will never allow anyone to disturb you during this period.

"Say no more, I won't let anyone come to me during this time."

When Feitianwu saw the content of this new text message, he was furious.

The two reasons she had worked so hard to think of didn't impress the outdated Talon King.

It really doesn't make sense.

But, in order to know his current whereabouts. She swallowed it, thought for a moment, found a new reason, and sent a new text message.

However, after the new text message was sent this time, she waited for more than ten or twenty minutes, but she still didn't wait for the reply text message from the Aotian Demon God.

"Damn!"

In a fit of rage, Flying Dance slapped the arm of the seat. But I saw that poor handrail "clicked", fell to the ground, and rolled twice.

Make the mood of the flying dance even worse.

She took refuge in Nanxing, and was eager to make a contribution, in order to win Nanxing's appreciation, and then learn the powerful kung fu of the Nakshatra faction. She didn't want to learn a second-rate martial art casually.

It's just that now it seems that the way to find out his current whereabouts directly from the Aotian Demon God through text messages won't work.

What now?

Did you just give up?

Feitianwu sat in the big chair with a frown, his fingers pinching his eyebrows, thinking bitterly.

……

After turning off the communicator on his wrist, Yang Zhen finished gnawing the wild fruit in his hand in a few bites, then jumped into the pool again, and then quickly swam to the platform below the waterfall.

After more than half a month of cultivation, Yang Zhen has practiced to the second level of the second style of "Covering the Clouds and Wearing the Moon", the third style of "Turning the Clouds and Rain", and the fourth style of "Overwhelming the Mountains and the Sea".

The internal force in the body can also feel that every day is improving.

Compared to before cultivating the Paiyun Palm, his internal strength had increased by at least thirty percent.

The improvement of skills can be described as a thousand miles.

This made his cultivation more energetic than before.

……

After another all-night practice, the next morning, after Yang Zhen withdrew from the game, he opened the door from the bedroom according to the usual practice, and was about to go to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then go to the kitchen to get something to eat.

He hadn't slept all night, and he was hungry now.

To his surprise, when he opened the door from the bedroom, Fan Sujuan was in the living room.

She was sitting on the couch, a cup of instant noodles on the glass coffee table in front of her, snorting and eating instant noodles, her eyes fixed on the TV in front of her.

On TV, the morning news of Zhonghai City is being broadcast.

Yang Zhen glanced at the picture on the TV.

With just a glance, Yang Zhen's face changed.

It turned out that the news host on the TV screen was actually Zhou Ying. Ex-girlfriend who just broke up with him.

Before breaking up with him, Zhou Ying was only a reporter at China Overseas TV, and her education and qualifications were not outstanding in China Overseas TV, and her work performance was only in the upper middle.

If you want to be the host of the morning news in the short term, you are far from qualified. But now, she is broadcasting the morning news of Zhonghai City on TV.

What's going on?

Suddenly, Yang Zhen suddenly thought of a message that Ah Ping had told him on the phone.

Xu Yang, the little white face who snatched Zhou Ying, has an uncle who is the financial director of China Overseas TV.

Let Zhou Ying sit in the anchor position, it should be the financial director's hands and feet, right?

Thinking of this, the look of surprise and surprise on Yang Zhen's face turned gloomy.

"Hey! Good morning, handsome man! ”

Fan Sujuan, who was eating instant noodles and watching the news, heard the sound of the door opening, and when she turned around, she saw Yang Zhen coming out of the room, and immediately showed a smiling face and said hello in a brisk tone.

"Early."

Yang Zhen, who was in a bad mood, barely squeezed out a smile, responded perfunctorily with a word, and then withdrew his gaze and walked straight into the bathroom.

"Bang"

After closing the bathroom door, Yang Zhen turned on the faucet above the pool and let the tap water flow into the pool, making Fan Sujuan outside think he was washing inside.

But in fact, he was propped up on the edge of the pool with his hands, and his gloomy gaze was fixed on his own reflection in the large mirror above the pool.

In the mirror, his face was very bad, and his gaze completely lost the peace in his eyes.

Yang Zhen, you have to fight! Don't let people see jokes!

Looking at his eyes in the mirror, Yang Zhen admonished himself in his heart.

As long as he thought that Zhou Ying, who had been in love for six years, might have slept with that little white face, his heart was like a fire, and he couldn't calm down.