It didn't take long.
The guards returned and surrounded the backyard.
"Teacher, there is no trace of the assassin." A guard report reported.
Zhou Zhongmao waved his hand and told the guards to go down. Anyone who dared to come to the Lin family to assassinate his cousin must be fully prepared.
He was confused.
Although my cousin is strong, his martial arts skills are only one level at most.
This assassin must be so weak that he didn't succeed.
Lin Fan looked in the mirror and took a breath of air. He saw himself in the mirror with a grimace and dark circles under his eyes.
"Oh my god, who did I offend? You have to stare into my eyes and hit me wherever you go. That's so mean."
As a rich man, the most important thing is his own image.
"Cousin, look, this is what the assassin left behind." Zhou Zhongmao felt very distressed. His cousin had suffered. If he found this assassin who had killed a thousand people, he would have to chop him into pieces.
But the assassin left a clue here.
Gou Zi got cooked eggs from the kitchen to help the young master reduce swelling.
Fortunately it was discovered in time.
Otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous.
Lin Fan applied the egg, squinting his eyes, nonchalantly, and said in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "What the hell?"
"The Four Purple Sun Bibles?"
"Cousin, this seems to be a mental method."
Zhou Zhongmao was surprised. He didn't expect that the assassin had left behind a secret technique.
In martial arts, mental skills are very important.
Just like the mental method he cultivated, it was the "Heart Sutra of Suppressing Demons" passed down to him by his uncle.
"Mind method? What's the use?" Lin Fan was so angry that he just wanted to find this assassin and punch him in front of him. By the way, I want to say hello, besides punching in the eyes, what else can you punch
Zhou Zhongmao only wanted to practice with his cousin and said hurriedly: "Cousin, how can the mental method be useless? Look..."
The words fell.
I saw my cousin stretched out his hand, his fingers turned into claws, and pinched hard, causing the vase placed far away to shatter into pieces.
Invisibly, a kind of power burst out from his cousin's hands.
Indistinguishable to the naked eye.
"Then what?" Lin Fan glanced at him, "Cousin, the issue we are discussing now is that your cousin was beaten up. What's the use of telling me your inner thoughts?"
"Cousin, your talent is absolutely unparalleled in the world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to practice the "Tiger Sword Technique" to the highest level in a short period of time."
"As long as my cousin is willing to practice his mental skills, he will definitely become a peerless strongman like my uncle."
Zhou Zhongmao earnestly hoped that his cousin would be willing to practice.
Lin Fan raised his hand to tell his cousin to stop talking.
Think about something.
The mental technique fell from the assassin.
That means this thing is very useful to assassins.
"Gouzi." Lin Fan thought of a way, "Take this mental method, copy it down tomorrow, and post it all over the courtyard for me. Anyone can learn from it."
"Yes, sir." Gouzi responded.
Zhou Zhongmao was suffocated. His cousin's idea was too special.
Lin Fan didn't want to think about those things, and waved his hands, "Everyone has dispersed at night, leave some people to guard me, and everyone else should go back to sleep."
He was bluffed by the assassin.
If you don't leave any guards to stay here, you are really afraid that the opponent will come back halfway and kill them directly, or bring a master.
Until then, I feel like crying without tears.
"Cousin, you can sleep peacefully. I will stay outside tonight and I will never let anyone hurt you." Zhou Zhongmao said.
Lin's study room.
Lin Wanyi took off the ghost mask on his face and said, "You bastard, I kicked your dad this morning. Is he so easy to kick?"
If only Lin Fan knew that the culprit of his right eye was his cheap dad.
I'm afraid a mouthful of blood will spurt out.
Is this necessary
When will grievances be repaid? How much do we know about the past
It's not good to talk calmly, but to have to take action.
But for Lin Wanyi, he took great pains so that this traitor could practice.
Not bad these days.
Nizi did not disappoint him for the time being.
Although he has not practiced mental skills, his demonstrated strength has reached the first level of martial arts.
Especially the understanding of "Hu Sha Sword Technique".
It has reached a level beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Every skill has its own realm.
Get started, enter the room, integrate, master, reach the pinnacle, and return to nature.
As long as you are not stupid and are willing to work hard to master the first three realms of these six realms, there is basically no problem.
The latter three realms require a certain amount of understanding, but it is extremely difficult to return to nature.
Even ordinary swordsmanship such as "Husha Sword Technique".
If one could truly cultivate to the point of returning to one's original nature, the power that would be unleashed would be astonishing.
Creak!
Mr. Wu walked into the study.
"master."
Lin Wanyi smiled and said: "How about the traitor?"
Mr. Wu shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Master, the young master's right eye was swollen with your punch. Without a few days of training, I'm afraid it won't go away."
"After the young master got the "Purple Sun Four Bibles", he didn't show much interest. Instead, he gave it to a servant, saying that he would make a copy tomorrow, tear it open, and stick it in the backyard so that anyone can practice it."
The master has good intentions towards the young master.
He wanted to use his identity as an assassin to put pressure on the young master, and at the same time, he deliberately fell into a trap.
Ordinary people get it.
Naturally happy.
But you can't look at the young master with ordinary people's eyes.
The young master has obtained this mental method.
Not only was there no excitement at all, but he also had to spread this mental technique.
"What?"
Lin Wanyi's smile faded, and his face was full of anger, "Is the traitor really going to do this?"
"Master, it seems that this method is not enough. The young master is not interested in practicing after all." Mr. Wu said, "The young master can master the "Tiger Evil Sword Technique" to the highest level, which is enough to show that the young master has extraordinary understanding. If you waste it, you will have no regrets. And."
"The treasonous son, you really are the treasonous son."
After hearing these words, the anger in Lin Wanyi's heart began to explode again.
Surprise him in the morning.
Give him nightmares at night.
"Take your mind back." Lin Wanyi said.
Mr. Wu pondered for a moment and then said: "Master, I don't think you need to take it back. Anyway, it is posted in the backyard. The young master will see it every day. Maybe one day, he will suddenly become interested."
"With the old slave watching, no one dares to steal the mind."
Lin Wanyi sighed and said nothing more.
He raised his hand and motioned for Mr. Wu to go down.
Mr. Wu left the study, went out of the house, looked up at the full moon in the sky, and sighed, "Young master, you have to work hard. You don't have much time left."
The next day.
early morning.
Lin's backyard.
inside the house.
Lin Fan opened his eyes. The egg on his right eye had been applied overnight and had already cooled down.
Crack open the egg and pop it directly into your mouth.
Come to the mirror.
"This is such a cruel attack, but it doesn't even stop."
Lin Fan had a headache and his right eye had a panda eye, which had a great impact on his image as a wealthy man.
Creak.
Gouzi came in and helped Lin Fan wash up.
"Gouzi, do you think it will damage my image if I go out like this?" Lin Fan asked.
"Sir, your image is always so dazzling. Even if your right eye is a little dark, it will definitely not affect you." Gouzi said.
Lin Fan was helpless and asked in vain.
"Huh!"
suddenly.
He found that there were a lot more anger points in the assistant column.
Rage points: 1201.
Last night my anger seemed to be only 101 points.
Why did it change so much after just one sleep
Who is it
You didn't sleep at night and you were still angry with yourself
You’re full and holding on, nothing to do
(End of chapter)