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Hearing Luo Mingdao's words, Lin Jin "haha" laughed: "The Taoist was too modest, this set of boxing was only obtained from other places, the one who truly said that it was unfathomable, was the person who created this set of boxing!"

"Huh?" Luo Mingdao was very curious, and asked immediately: "I wonder who was the expert who created this boxing? Could little brother introduce this old Taoist to you? "

Lin Jin shook his head slightly, he then sat down on a boulder in front of the hut, "That senior is not willing to reveal his residence to others, please allow me to inform you."

"En!" Luo Mingdao nodded his head, then looked at the mountains in the distance with a look of yearning on his face: "Since he is able to create such a boxing, then he must be a cultivator close to flying, and it's natural for him to not want to bother with worldly affairs."

When Lin Jin heard his guess, he simply laughed silently.

When he thought about the slightly worse part of the boxing, Luo Mingdao came back to reality and asked: "Right, little brother, there seems to be a slight difference between the way I play the boxing and the way you play it, what do you think?"

"Is that so? Perhaps it was because of the Daoist priest's new studies! Hehe, after playing too much, it will naturally be the same. It was the same when I first learned it. " Lin Jin replied frankly.

After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Luo Mingdao would see through him, so he immediately changed his tone and asked: "Oh yes, Taoist Elder, you said that the fishing rod was used to suppress an evil Flood Dragon of the Yellow River. Could it be that there really is a fierce beast like a Flood Dragon in this world? How come I've never heard of it? "

Luo Mingdao looked at him in puzzlement: "Forget about Jiao, there are even more dragons in this world, and you're a monk, yet you don't even know about these?"

"Oh!" Hearing him talk about dragons, Lin Jin suddenly thought of the matter of Shengdu, and couldn't help but laugh awkwardly: "I just haven't seen it with my own eyes yet. That's right, when I came to Sichuan, I heard that there was a lock dragonwell in Shengdu, but I don't know where. This Taoist has been in the Sichuan for a long time, do you know the location of the lock dragonwell? "

"Shengdu lock dragonwell..." Luo Mingdao had just broken free from the boxing Concept, and started to think along with Lin Jin's words.

After thinking for a long time, he slapped his thigh and said, "That's right, Shengdu did indeed imprison a dragon before. It seems like a Yellow Dragon Creek dragon that cultivated for a thousand years accidentally caused a flood. It seems to be some place south of Shengcheng City. Fifty years ago, I went there to take a look and it was indeed a little strange.

Lin Jin hurriedly asked him about some of the lock dragonwell's detailed questions, but Luo Mingdao had cultivated for more than forty years, so even though he still remembered a little of the past, he became vaguely aware of the past. He asked for a long time, but in the end, Lin Jin still did not manage to find anything of value.

However, Lin Jin was already very satisfied with being able to unintentionally find the rough locations of these four books of Tao Book and lock dragonwell on his journey to Sichuan. He was about to ask him a few more questions about lightness exercise and flight when a gurgling sound suddenly came from his stomach.

Luo Mingdao had obtained this set of boxing, it was the perfect time to be happy, upon seeing this, he looked up at the sky for a while, then said: "It turns out it's already noon, little brother, wait a while, I will go pick some wild fruits." As he spoke, he flew out of the forest, just like he did yesterday.

Since Lin Jin had nothing to do, he wanted to return to his room and look at the contents of the books.

As soon as he entered the house, he smelled the musty scent that still lingered. He could not help but wonder where the old Daoist took out those books. Casually sweeping a few glances inside, he discovered that the surroundings were completely empty. The air was very circulating, so it was obviously impossible for there to be mildew.

The only dark place was the simple wooden bed in front of him.

As he thought, Lin Jin looked towards the wooden bed. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that there was a small mark left by the movement at the foot of the bed.

Could it be that Luo Mingdao's library was under this bed? Thinking about it, Lin Jin's heart jumped.

After running out of the house, he glanced around the forest. There were no traces of the old Daoist. Presumably, he had flown to another mountain.

After this village, there would be no such shop! Lin Jin's eyes rolled around for a moment, but he was still unable to resist the desire in his heart. He quickly ran to the bedside, picked up the zhenqi, and carefully carried it away to move it away.

The moment the bed was removed, a mahogany box appeared before his eyes. The box was still open, and had not been completely closed. Thinking about it, it must have been because Luo Mingdao took the book anxiously and did not have the time to cover it properly.

Not knowing when Luo Mingdao would return, Lin Jin did not dare think too deeply about it, and immediately opened the lid, releasing a strong smell of mold that shot into the sky, almost causing him to cough out loud.

When he opened his eyes, he saw several tens of ancient books piled up in the chest, all in a disorderly fashion.

He didn't have time to distinguish what kind of books they were. Lin Jin's mind raced as he thought that the person at the top must have been the old Daoist who had read the most books, so it would be easy for him to be found out. He quickly took out two books from the middle and placed them in the deepest part of his backpack. He then closed the box and carefully moved the bed back to its original position. Then, he walked out of the room and waited patiently.

Not long after, a green shadow flashed below the left side of the mountain and Luo Mingdao had already sprinted at an incredibly fast speed towards the mountainside while stepping on the branches and leaves of the trees.

"Haha, little brother, your luck is quite good this time. I actually picked a bunch of ripe hooks for you to try." Still at the bottom of the mountain, Luo Mingdao called out, as if he had found something good.

But what was a hook? Lin Jin couldn't help but be curious.

When he landed in front of the house, Lin Jin looked at his hand and couldn't help but laugh. What hook? But in their hometown, it was called "bubble". It tasted sweet and juicy, soft and delicious. To be honest, it was indeed much more delicious than the fruits they usually saw.

"Hehe, thank you Dao leader for the past two days. Lin Jin came uninvited, I think he must have disturbed Dao leader's cultivation a lot, today I will not disturb your cultivation anymore." After sharing the food with Luo Mingdao, Lin Jin was afraid that things might get out of hand, so he quickly bade him farewell.

"Little brother, are you leaving? I want to discuss Tao techniques with you! Why don't you stay for another two days? " When Luo Mingdao heard he was leaving, he immediately asked him to stay.

But what kind of Tao technique did Lin Jin have that was even able to enter his eyes? Wasn't he just thinking about that boxing!

Lin Jin was naturally aware of this, and quickly said: "I am not as free as you, my Taoist. There are still many mortal matters at the foot of the mountain that I need to deal with! "I will come back and discuss dao with you when I have the chance …"

Seeing that he insisted on going down the mountain, Luo Mingdao could not stop him and had no choice but to let him go.

With the help of the lightness exercise, it became much easier to walk on the mountain. In about fifteen minutes, he arrived at the mountain opposite Luo Mingdao.

Seeing that Yue Yang was about to disappear from his sight, Luo Mingdao pondered for a moment, and a sinister look suddenly flashed past his eyes. He opened his mouth, and a silver-white metal ball immediately flew out, forming a five-foot-long sword.

"Go!" With a soft shout, the small sword immediately turned into a streak of white light and shot toward the mountain opposite like lightning.

But when the small sword was halfway, the look in Luo Mingdao's eyes suddenly became gentle. With a wave of his hand, that small sword trembled a few times and flew back unwillingly. It circled an ancient tree ten meters away from him three times before turning back into a silver ball and disappearing into his mouth.

After a moment, with a cracking sound, the ancient tree toppled over …

Lin Jin didn't know that he had just avoided a calamity, and happily went to the side of the mountain road to wait for the carriage.