Fang Zhongjin met the strange woman who was running to report the news at night in the Haining mansion, and learned that Lu'er was in the Great Wilderness Mountain Shura Dojo at the moment. There are also weird Inhuman Pavilions that need to be used against them.

Although these news are confused, people listen to them like falling into a fog. But if Fang Zhongjin wants to save people, it is enough.

In his hand was a map drawn by the Strange Woman. I asked the nearby scenery clearly, and knew that this great barren mountain should be the location in Hanzhong.

Fang Zhongjin himself knew little about the history of martial arts, and there was no one around him to ask.

It's just that he doesn't know that this "Inhuman Pavilion" is very secretive. Even if he found the elders of the rivers and lakes to ask for advice, most of them would stammer, not knowing what to ask.

Fang Zhongjin asked Zhang Arui to find a healthy horse for himself, and then hurried on the journey again. He used to walk from the capital to Ninghai County with Lu'er, it took a few months, and now he rode a horse to Hanzhong farther away, and he didn't sleep on the road to his hometown, and he was tired and changed several healthy horses one after another, but it only took more than half a month to come to Hanzhong.

When he set out from Jiangnan, it was already the season of withering plants and trees, and now when he arrived in Hanzhong, he was as cold as a knife. Don't say that you are riding a horse and running fast, even if you are walking on the road, you will be numbed by the cold hands and feet.

Although Fang Zhongjin was anxious, he still abandoned the healthy horse and did not ride after approaching Hanzhong. Finally, he has a long internal strength, and he has achieved light work.

He avoided the people and galloped all the way, but it was not much slower than riding a horse.

Finally, he followed the map all the way to the foot of a mountain in Hanzhong at night. The terrain here is undulating and the mountains are continuous. And the place where Fang Zhongjin went was a basin in the mountains.

In such mountains, as long as there is a flat land, most of the families can always gather. Sure enough, there were not only a few families everywhere Fang Zhongjin went, but even gathered into a small town.

Fang Zhongjin casually found a family and asked the owner of the family to buy a worn leather coat, leather boots, and a big hood. He was originally taller than ordinary people, but now he was wrapped in this crude suit, and only a pair of eyes were exposed, but he couldn't see anything unusual.

The owner of the house exchanged a set of old clothes for two taels of silver, and was naturally overjoyed. Fang Zhongjin saw that he was just an ordinary hunter, so he asked him which place near here was the Great Wilderness Mountain.

The Orion was stunned for a moment, and then grinned: "Big brother, aren't you looking for me to be happy? Huangshan is in the territory of Huizhou, even if I haven't read any books, I still know it." You came to Hanzhong to find Huangshan, but it was outrageously wrong!"

As soon as Fang Zhongjin heard what he said, he knew that this Orion had never heard of such a name as the Great Barren Mountain. Maybe this is the name of the martial arts people, and the local people have other names.

Fang Zhongjin left Orion's house and walked towards the lively part of the town.

It is said to be lively, but the houses are built more intensively. On this freezing night, there were no pedestrians on the road.

The loss really allowed Fang Zhongjin to find an inn, which looked simple and simple. Except for a thick curtain to keep out the wind and snow, there was nothing to decorate. It's just that there is a dim light inside, which makes people have the idea of going in to keep warm when they see it in the ice and snow.

Fang Zhongjin opened the thick door curtain, but he didn't expect that there were already three or four tables of guests sitting in this small inn. Suddenly, these people were flooded by the cold wind and looked towards the door in unison. When they saw a tightly wrapped hunter, they all turned back and ignored him.

Fang Zhongjin found a side table and sat down, and asked Xiao Er for a bowl of Bangbang noodles to eat. But after a while, you can smell a hot aroma coming from the back kitchen. Before the two arrived, they shouted loudly: "A bowl of authentic Bangbang noodles is here!" The voice was extremely high, as if showing off.

Immediately afterwards, a bowl of hot, red and bright noodles was delivered to Fang Zhongjin. Although Fang Zhongjin is a southerner, in this icy and snowy place, he smells the strong fragrance of spicy oil, and he can't help but move his index fingers. Goodbye, the red oil on this side is steaming, the noodles are wide and thin, and they are elastic and tough in the mouth. Although it is a bowl of somen noodles, it makes people sweat all over their bodies, and it is really a poor man's treasure.

Fang Zhongjin looked like he was eating noodles with his head down, but his ears were always listening to the conversation of the people at the table next to him. It's just about the time, the crops, the government, the rent, the widow, and so on. It seems that they are just ordinary people living in the vicinity.

It's just that there's a table that's weirder. There were only two men sitting on it. They were all silent, eating noodles in a daze. The man facing him was thin-eyed, thin and small, not as tall and bold as the middle man of Han. It doesn't look like a local.

The man with his back to him was even more eccentric. Although he was also a thin man judging from his exposed head, he was wearing a huge padded jacket. Seeing that his figure was a few times fatter than his head, it looked extremely abrupt.

The two men hurriedly finished eating the noodles on their tables, and without saying a word, they stood up and walked towards the door at the same time.

One of them bypassed behind Fang Zhongjin, and the other walked in front of Fang Zhongjin.

Suddenly, the man who was walking in front accidentally knocked over a small porcelain bottle of chili oil on Fang Zhongjin's table. The red and bright chili oil actually spread all over the table like this. The man hurriedly apologized, and hurriedly wanted to help the spicy oil bottle and help wipe the oil stains on the table.

Fang Zhongjin watched this person act quietly, and at the same time felt that the burden behind him was gently hooked.

He didn't have a seizure, he just kept saying that it was out of the way as if he had no heart or lungs. The thin man in front of him couldn't help but smile proudly, Fang Zhongjin knew that the man behind him had already succeeded.

The previous man no longer talked nonsense with Fang Zhongjin, but turned his head and walked towards the door. The man in fat clothes was also a few steps behind him, and hurried out of the inn door.

As the curtain was lifted, a cold wind swept into the inn again. The people at both tables looked up again and watched as the two lanky men descended into the darkness. Everyone continued to talk about what they had just said, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Fang Zhongjin put down the dishes and chopsticks and stood up, threw a dime of silver on the table, and walked out of the inn casually.

The wind howled outside, pulling at people's faces like saws. Fang Zhongjin's eyes lit up, and his ears heard everything around him clearly. He was like a big cat, and his steps were light and silent. The body is like a bowstring that is slowly being drawn, tight but not tight.

There was still no figure on the path outside the inn, but Fang Zhongjin followed the sound of small footsteps and walked forward slowly. The sound of footsteps was almost invisible to other people's ears, but it was clear enough for Fang Zhongjin.

He didn't startle the snake, but followed the sound of footsteps slowly through several houses, all the way to the middle of nowhere.