Suddenly, there were huge six-tailed white foxes jumping and running on the vertical cliffs, and a tiger bigger than a buffalo jumped from a distance, turned into a human form, and sat cross-legged in the snow.

"hiss!"

The boy was startled and retreated repeatedly, almost unable to help but turn around and run away.

But when he looked down at the cliff, in the snow, not only the people who turned into tigers, but also several people were sitting cross-legged.

In front of it was a stone with a cushion on it. A young Taoist in a gray Taoist robe was sitting, as if he was preaching the scriptures and preaching the Dharma. Everyone below sat and listened carefully.

That person is the one he knows.

The snowy day is particularly quiet, and the sound of breaking branches can be heard for a mile, so the sound naturally floats over, and there seems to be an echo in front of the cliff:

"The ancient scriptures say: The mind has no distractions, the body is as light as the wind, and you can't know it by wandering around the six worlds-

"The body is as light as a swallow, the wind is growing under the feet, the snow is without traces, the water is not sinking, the branches are walking, the grass is flying, a thousand miles a day, but it is like a god-..."

The sound reached the boy's ears, making him dull.

The stories of gods and immortals that have been rumored in the world, and the magic that I have heard and yearned for since childhood, seem to be right in front of me.

It turns out that there are really gods living in this Fengshan Mountain.

But when the immortal said this, he stopped.

He saw himself and threw himself in his own light.

So everyone sitting below, including the man transformed from a giant tiger, and even a colorful cat, turned their heads and looked at them.

The boy was a little timid for a moment.

I saw the man smiled and waved to him, "Young friend is here?"

"You-you are-"

"Don't you know who I am?"

"I-I-"

After all, a young man is young and can't say anything.

"Hahaha, I don't blame you, I've met you so many times on the road, and I've never asked your name." Lin Jue said with a smile, "My surname is Lin Jue, and I have lived in the capital for a while."

"Forest-...."

The boy widened his eyes and said a simple word "Zhen Lin" that he couldn't even spit it out.

But it's not his fault.

Nowadays, the story of Lin Zhenren has spread throughout Qinzhou. I don’t know how loud it is elsewhere, but near this capital, everyone has heard the word “Lin Zhenren” many times.

No teenager doesn't know.

The story of Lin Zhenren becoming an immortal through alchemy and even the legendary gods came to congratulate the gifts has become well-known and even added fuel to the fire.

Such a god came to you, the three words "Minister Lin" are really not so easy to blurt out.

"I have never asked Xiaolangjun's name."

"My name is Xu Yi"

"Xu Yi, a good name."

With a jingle, the hatchet was buried in the snow.

"I, I also want to learn magic with the gods." The boy took a deep breath and immediately gave a big gift to Lin Jue. He was more direct than Lin Jue thought.
Chapter completed!