After Fang Zhongjin and the brothers in the lower courtyard returned to the mountain gate, they had already missed the time for food in the kitchen.

Everyone went back to the house listlessly and lay on the bed hungry~.

Although their stomachs were rumbling, everyone thought that if they fell asleep, they would not be hungry. Unexpectedly, after half an hour, a snoring sound gradually sounded in the lower courtyard.

This courtyard has never been the same as tonight, and they have all fallen asleep so quickly.

Fang Zhongjin was lying on his bed, with a pillow in one hand and a small golden dart in the other.

This is what she threw during the daytime when she was jousting with the deer.

At that time, Lu'er's squirming and pinching behavior was no different from that of her senior sisters. But Fang Zhongjin knew that Lu'er was not such a person.

The usual deer is both cute and generous, and her martial arts are much higher than the level she performs in front of everyone today.

Fang Zhongjin knew that she didn't want to be too eye-catching, and secondly, she wanted everyone to think that she was invincible to "Tuo Nan Sheng", so it was logical to use Shiva's soul killing spell.

As for this spell, she learned it at first, but it didn't have any effect, and it could be easily forgiven by everyone.

was originally such a delicate and lovely girl, no one expected her to be able to fight back and forth with "Tuo Nansheng".

Lu'er behaved like this in order to recite Shiva's soul killing mantra to Fang Zhongjin slowly.

No one could have imagined that there would be a genius in the world who could listen to and learn the spells of the other person when he was against the enemy.

But Fang Zhongjin is just a genius who will never forget. And Lu'er is even more deliberate to read slowly and clearly, so as to help Fang Zhongjin remember.

In this way, this Shiva Soul Destroying Mantra was deeply remembered in Fang Zhongjin's mind.

He studied the last golden dart that the deer threw at him for a while, and finally unplugged the tail of the dart, revealing a piece of paper rolled into thin strips inside.

The size of the paper that can be hidden in the dart is very small. There are small letters written densely on it, all of which are the working tricks of Shiva's spell.

Maybe it's because the paper is too small to write the words on it. Therefore, there is no other instruction in it except for the practice know-how.

After Fang Zhongjin carefully read the exercises, he rubbed the thin piece of rice paper with his fingers.

His internal strength was so strong that the rice paper immediately shattered. Fang Zhongjin's fingers kept rubbing, and the pieces of rice paper became even smaller, and finally turned into fine dust.

As Fang Zhongjin blew on his palm, the paper powder quietly flew out, drifted to the ground and finally disappeared.

And the content of this Shiva Soul Destroying Mantra has been deeply imprinted in Fang Zhongjin's mind.

In fact, Fang Zhongjin had already learned a trick from the old man of Tianshan Mountain. The effects of these two exercises are similar, and they both cause panic in the opponent's heart.

Fang Zhongjin confirmed these two spiritual techniques with each other, and secretly felt in his heart that this Shiva Soul Destroying Spell and the Divine Deterrence Technique had their own strengths.

Before the internal force reaches the outward release, the execution of the intimidating magic trick needs to be pressed on the opponent's mind. In this way, it is destined that the deterrent magic trick can only be used on people whose martial arts are weaker than themselves.

Shiva's mantra is a mantra. The spell caster runs the true qi according to the secret of the exercise, and with the spell, he can make the opponent hit.

Using this technique, there is no need to make contact with the opponent, so that he can be cowardly first.

In this way, Shiva's Soul Destroying Mantra is an excellent skill that can help people turn defeat into victory and overcome the strong with the weak. It's even stronger than the Divine Deterrent.

However, Fang Zhongjin felt in his heart that there was something wrong with the practice of Shiva's soul destroying mantra, and it didn't seem to be the right path. As for what is wrong, I can't say it myself.

Fang Zhongjin lay on the bed and thought for a while, still at a loss. He simply stopped thinking about it and listened attentively to the movements around him.

In today's lower house, because many people are hungry, everyone goes to bed very early. At this moment, no one is still active.

Fang Zhongjin started his light body again, and quietly left the lower courtyard like a phantom.

But he didn't make an appointment with Lu'er this time, and naturally he didn't go to the pine slope where they often met.

He stalked in the shadows as if aimlessly, without a clear goal.

Most of the Huashan disciples tonight watched a unique disciple competition.

Many people chatted a few words before going to bed, saying that there were disciples of the lower courtyard who could beat the master of the upper courtyard, Fu Wu Zhengwen, without the power to resist, and even forced the head of the house to take action in person to separate the two.

Someone added a few words about how the two sisters are in shape, especially the senior sister Lu'er can fight so well with others, it's really hehehehe......

Today, the atmosphere up and down Huashan is cheerful and loose. It didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep.

Fang Zhongjin carefully discerned the movement around him, and suddenly heard an inaudible flute sound.

He knew something was wrong, so he quietly followed the direction of the flute.

The further you go, the clearer the sound of the flute becomes. And the sound of this flute is cold and melancholy in my ears. Sometimes he turned into an impassioned tone, as if he was complaining to the sky, followed by a whimper.

Fang Zhongjin stayed in Huashan for a few days, and he knew that the rabbit master who was in the same room with him could play the flute.

And the sound of the rabbit's flute is joyful and soft, although it has no internal force, it can disturb people's thinking.

Now this whisper is also devoid of internal force, except that it sounds colder, there is no difference.

Fang Zhongjin Xin said that this was most likely played by the bald young man who went up the mountain today.

He followed a low voice and walked slowly, until he finally approached a small courtyard.

The courtyard is located in a remote area, and judging from the exterior wall, the scale of the courtyard is not large. But a few lush branches peeking out of the courtyard wall prove that this is not an untended abandoned garden.

Sure enough, there were two disciples on duty outside the courtyard, and if you looked closely, they were two of them that Fang Zhongjin had encountered on the mountain path.

It's just that they have been tired and hurried all day, and now they are all tired, yawning, and they are about to fall asleep with exhaustion.

In order not to startle the snake, Fang Zhongjin threw two stones when the wind rose.

The stone came with the wind, and it didn't come very quickly. Others are just sand and gravel swept up by the wind.

It's just that this "sand stone" is so ingenious that it can hit the sleeping hole of the two.

The two of them only felt a powerful wave of sleepiness coming, and they couldn't resist it no matter what.

Looking at the other party again, it looks like they are about to fall down at any time.

In the end, both of them seemed to let go of their defenses, and they fell asleep on the ground.

Fang Zhongjin quietly stepped on a thick tree trunk and looked into the courtyard.

Sure enough, I saw the bald young man sitting alone in the courtyard. And a bamboo flute in his hand leaned against his lips, and it was he who played a cold tune with a whimper.

Fang Zhongjin looked at the young man in the courtyard coldly, carefully not revealing the slightest sound.

Although the young man looked like a waste bamboo at this time, he didn't look like he had martial arts. But if he is really the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion, he is a hard-hearted and ruthless hand.

In the past, he also met several thoughtful young people, such as Zhu Di's henchman Zheng He, who should not be underestimated.

But compared to unscrupulous means, it is still no match for the owner of the Inhuman Pavilion.

Therefore, Fang Zhongjin observed the bald young man's every move very carefully.

I saw that the young man played the flute for a while, and I don't know why his mood seemed to be even more depressed, and there was a sense of despair and decadence in the whole person.

With such a temperament, will it be the ruthless and thoughtful owner of the Inhuman Pavilion?

Fang Zhongjin felt more and more that he must be thinking too much. There are many young people with noble status in the world, but he is also concerned about chaos, so he misunderstood the identity of the other party.

Fang Zhongjin planned not to snoop on the secret anymore, so he wanted to gently jump off the branch and go back to his house.

Suddenly, the young man in the room began to talk to himself for some reason, and said, "Being snatched by others is just a chess piece in a pot." ”

He suddenly took out a thick hemp rope from his bosom, and although it looked shabby, the surface was quite smooth, as if it was being played with at any time.

The next bald young man's actions were even more unbelievable. He walked slowly into the house, threw the rope over the beam, and found a stool to put under it.

Fang Zhongjin was shocked when he saw his actions. This young man is clearly looking for death!