C92 (2/2)

”Little brother, this is the book which records these four techniques.” Pointing to a small cloth bag on the bed, Luo Mingdao said indifferently.

”Oh!” Lin Jin immediately walked over, and Luo Mingdao did not stop him. These techniques were all extremely difficult to understand, even if he were to practice them according to the books, it would take at least a year or so to understand the principles behind them.

Walking to the side of the bed, Lin Jin suddenly felt the musty smell of a book coming from the bag. It seemed like it was taken out from some hidden place. As he opened the cloth bag, four books that were old and yellow but not damaged in the slightest appeared before his eyes.

Carefully flipping open one of the books, his eyes fell upon the Sect Leader's seal of the Dragon Tiger Mountain's several generations of Heavenly Masters. The words in the book were handwritten and looked extremely messy. There were even some notes written in different handwriting mixed in.

Lin Jin wanted to read the contents of the book, but when he looked carefully, he felt that the words had suddenly become blurry, and his head was spinning, as if there was some kind of force protecting the book.

”These few books were all taken down by people from the Seal. Firstly, it is to protect the books from being damaged, and secondly, it is to prevent others from secretly learning it. ”However, after so many generations, the Tao techniques and elemental energy are also very weak. With little brother's ability, it is not hard to see the true content within.” Luo Mingdao explained from the side.

Flipping through a few pages, from the few words written by the elders of the various sects, or even the Sect Leader, Lin Jin could easily tell that these books were real. These Tao Book, they were all original! Every single one of them was countless times more valuable than the treasures that Lin Jin had collected. It was not something that could be measured by the value of money.

Closing the book, Lin Jin sighed: ”Books are good books, techniques are also good techniques, but they do not suit me much. I wonder if there are any other methods?”

Hearing his words, Luo Mingdao couldn't help but feel troubled.

It turned out that fifty years ago, he was a famous bandit in the Chuan Dynasty. However, his lucky chance allowed him to obtain the first half of a cultivation manual left behind by the sword immortal of the Tang Dynasty.

But because of his greedy nature, he wanted to advance further and become an immortal cultivator after cultivating a mysterious ability. However, the sword immortal's sect only had the first half of the first half of the book as well as some sacred arts, but it didn't have any advanced techniques. As a result, he relied on these sacred arts to steal many mantra books from the various great cultivation sects.

Fortunately, he was lucky, because when he stole these books, he encountered a great change in circumstances, and the luck of the world changed greatly. Those true experts, in order to avoid the evil spirits of the mortal world, had all hidden themselves deep in the mountains, leaving behind a few disciples with low cultivation to guard the mountain gates. As a result, he stole dozens of Tao Book s from the cultivation sects, but he was not caught and hid in the mountains to cultivate.

However, the cultivation methods of each sect were different. How could they be merged together so easily?

After cultivating for dozens of years, although his cultivation method had reached a frightening level, these methods were all other people's methods. Knowing what they were, but not knowing what they were, his mind was also a little muddled by these different methods, which was why he would often change from one character to another.

However, his determination to cultivate the Dao was very strong.

The books that he had just taken out were all manuals that he did not think were useful. That was why he was so generous. But the other Tao Book are different, I don't know when I'll need to use them …

He also wanted Lin Jin's methods, and didn't want to give him those Tao techniques and scrolls. For a moment, Luo Mingdao was in a dilemma.

Seeing him in such a difficult situation, Lin Jin was afraid that he would lose everything if he went back on his words. He laughed and said: ”Is there anything else? ”For example, magic treasures, medicinal herbs …”

”Yes, yes!” Once he heard that it could be replaced with something else, Luo Mingdao immediately looked around the room, ”Where's the fishing rod I gave you yesterday?”