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Since he had already said that, although the old man did not mind Lin Jin staying here for a few days, being taken advantage of like that was rather depressing.

After thinking about it, the old man looked at Lin Jin and smiled, then flew down the mountain, gently stepping on the branches at the top of the tree to god knows which mountain.

Seeing the old man's awe-inspiring movement skill, Lin Jin could not help but feel a sense of envy.

After about half an hour, Lin Jin only saw a green shadow flash behind the mountain and the old man once again appeared in front of him.

However, there were a few strings of unknown wild fruits in his hand. There were even some that were yellow and red in color. Moreover, there was a unique fragrance coming from them.

"Come, come, come. Although these wild fruits do not taste as good as the fruits outside, they are of great benefit to the Taoists. Come, have a taste."

"Oh? "Thank you for your age." Lin Jin thanked him and quickly took the bunches of wild fruits and placed them aside. He thought to himself that he would eat them after he washed them.

"Hehe, no need to be polite. Although you don't have anything much to exchange with me, we are, after all, on the same path. Since outsiders were guests, it was only right to entertain them. Also, you and I are both cultivators, so there is no need to be so formal. What old man, you old man, it sounds weird, my common family name is Luo Mingdao, I have cultivated here for 4 to 50 years, if you want to call me Old Man Luo, Old Daoist Luo, then you can call me that. I don't need to say much. These few days, I have to go to the eastern mountains to gather gas. If you can't find the wild fruit in the mountain, I still have a fishing rod in my house. You can go fish and eat in the lake, and as for the other fire seasonings, put them in the kitchen next door, hmm! "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

After saying that, without waiting for Lin Jin's reply, Luo Mingdao flew towards the eastern sun. He changed into a human figure, turned into a black dot, and disappeared into the forest far away.

Seeing that he was so straightforward, that he came and went as he pleased, Lin Jin could not help but smile bitterly. However, at least he had found some wild fruits for himself to satisfy his hunger.

These wild fruits were round and looked very clean and cute. According to his experience picking wild fruits in the Tung Shan and the countryside, they must be delicious.

However, Lin Jin was afraid that some insects might have crawled on the surface, so he brought them to the stream and washed them carefully. Then, he picked one and put it in his mouth.

But as he chewed, he suddenly felt an abnormally sour juice come out from the fruit. It seeped into the gaps between his teeth, and even the roots of his teeth became soft.

"Pfft!" After spitting out the wild fruit, Lin Jin shouted towards the direction the old man flew towards: "Damn old Taoist, we're only staying here for a few days, there's no need to mess with me, is there?"

As soon as he finished cursing, layers and layers of echoes immediately reverberated through the numerous mountain peaks, startling a flock of birds.

Even after being scolded by Luo Mingdao in such a manner, Lin Jin still felt that his teeth were sore even after washing up for a long time.

He had not expected that a monk would have so many qualities, such simplicity of first impressions, the philistines and urchins who had offered to trade with him. It was really unpredictable how the human heart worked.

Having learnt his first lesson, he naturally did not dare to eat the remaining wild fruits. He could only throw them into the stream and watch as they were washed far away by the water.

Fortunately, Luo Mingdao did not lie when he said that there was a fishing rod in the house. Otherwise, he would have to go and drink some northwest wind wine. However, from the looks of it, this old fellow called Luo Mingdao was the same as him, a person who does not care about meat or meat!

The fishing rod was made from an old purple bamboo branch that was over three meters long. It was abnormally tough and looked as if it had been used for a long time. The fishing line was transparent and shiny, and as thin as a strand of hair. However, it was not like those common fishing line in the market, and he did not know what kind of material it was made of. The fishing hook was a pitch-black metal hook. A cold air emanated from the hook, and it did not seem like an ordinary item. However, all of these were not things that Lin Jin could understand.

Carrying the fishing rod to the lakeside, he saw that there was still some fog in the lake that had not dispersed. Without the wind, the fog was like a thin layer of gauze, quietly undulating on the surface of the lake, appearing abnormally quiet.

After digging a few small bugs and hanging them on the hook, Lin Jin found a clean rock to sit on and threw his fishing rod into the lake from a distance.

However, after he put down the fishing hook, he didn't feel the fish biting onto the hook. However, when he lifted up the fishing rod, the little bug on the hook had already disappeared. This caused him to feel a bit stuffy, so he had no choice but to hang another bug on the hook and throw it into the lake.

However, the fish in the lake were clearly smarter than other fish. When he brought up fishing rod s for the second time, the second insect had also disappeared as well. This made Lin Jin, who used to live by the river often when he was young, fish of less than a thousand or eight hundred.

After quickly adjusting his state of mind, Lin Jin was fully focused on sensing the movements of his fishing rod. He didn't believe that, with his current keen senses, he would not be able to catch a single fish.

However, when he focused his attention on the peaceful lake surface, the fish somehow stopped biting the hook for a long time.

Although the fish did not bite the hook, it eliminated all distracting thoughts from its heart. Lin Jin, who was wholeheartedly immersed in feeling the feeling of the fishing rod in his hands, felt his heart gradually calm down.

Although he was looking at the lake that was the location of the fishing line, his entire mind was immersed into the mountain and river in this tranquil and overflowing environment. It was as if he had merged into this mountain and river, and he could no longer differentiate between one another.

Not long after entering this tranquil place, Lin Jin did not feel a weak throbbing sound coming from his dantian. A thin stream of energy flowed out from the golden core and flowed into the meridians in his body, slowly repairing the meridians that were previously damaged from the injuries.

However, he didn't know if it was because the fish in the lake was too insensible or for some other reason, but while he was immersed in this tranquility, he suddenly felt a force coming from his hand that pulled him out of this state.

"Fish bite the hook!" Completely unaware of the fact that he had lost such a valuable opportunity, Lin Jin immediately flung his fishing rod towards the shore. A large silver-white fish with a long mouth immediately flew from the lake to the grass on the shore, jumping non-stop.

Lin Jin walked over and held it in his hand. He estimated that it was at least half a kilogram. Furthermore, the fish's strength was exceptionally strong, even with Lin Jin's strength, he was actually unable to grab hold of it, and who knows what kind of fish it was.

He reckoned that it could eat a meal. When it stopped jumping, Lin Jin broke a stalk of grass from the lakeside grass with relatively good tenacity. He passed through its mouth and cheeks and carried it up the mountain.

The kitchen that the old Daoist spoke of was on the right side of his room. It was made up of dozens of pieces of wood that hadn't even been stripped of their skin.

In the corner of the kitchen, near the outer wall, was an earthen stove with a sooty iron pot on it. On the side close to the bedroom, there were the two bundles of firewood that Lin Jin saw yesterday. Looking at these things, Lin Jin couldn't help but think: It looks like this old man is the same as me, he doesn't have the level of Fanggu either!

Returning to the kitchen, Lin Jin was helpless to find that out of all the seasonings the old Daoist had mentioned, besides a small bottle of salt, the rest of the bottles were all empty. Fortunately, he had everything else he needed, so he didn't need to worry about it anymore.

Looks like I'll have to make fish soup. Sighing, Lin Jin washed the fish clean and started to cut the fish.

He had done this when he was young. Even though he was unfamiliar with the fish and seemed a little clumsy, he had finally cleaned them up after a long time. After scooping up a small pot of water from the stream, Lin Jin set fire to the fire and started boiling the fish soup.

The nutrition of the fish was excellent, and the fish soup was snow-white. From far away, he could smell an enchanting fragrance. As soon as he tasted it, a delicious taste immediately spread out from his mouth, almost causing him to take a bite out of it.

In the blink of an eye, a large bowl of fish soup and fish meat fell into his stomach.

He ate and drank to his heart's content. According to his usual habits, he must have gone out for a walk to practice his walking technique. However, there was no way for him to walk on the mountain. Even around the lake, there was a certain height that was not suitable for him to walk on.

He held a small stick in his mouth as he sat by the stream in front of his house and thought about it. Just when he didn't know what to do, he suddenly remembered that set of boxing he had obtained from triquetine's Fist.

With a move from Lin Xin, he stood in the open space in front of the house, looking at the mountains in the distance, and started to practice the set of boxing s one by one. Following the movement of his boxing, a warm current suddenly rose from his stomach and spread throughout his body along with his boxing.

Furthermore, every time he felt that the boxing was not working smoothly, the warm current would rush into his meridians and allow his boxing to continue working unsmoothly.

Furthermore, because this place was extremely natural, it just so happened to conform to the first stage of the boxing. After the fifteenth move, Lin Jin's entire mind was immersed in the concept of this set of boxing, and without any distractions or thoughts, he could only guide him through this section of the boxing.

After he finished the first stage of the boxing, Lin Jin slowly let out a breath of relief. A wave of natural and vital energy immediately surged out from his body, causing the trees on the surrounding mountains to tremble twice.