C94 (1/2)

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.