The Legend of Lynn

Gathering Animal Skins [I]

Lynn took a few deep breaths and tried to calm himself down, but his mouth opened involuntarily and saliva dripped down.

Wiping his saliva, Lynn began to recall all the legends about immortals. The first thing that came to his mind was flying, but when he looked at the dark cave around him, he shook his head and temporarily gave up the idea.

After thinking for a long time, he put aside all the earth-shattering spells. If he used such spells in this closed space, the cave would definitely not be able to withstand it. If there was a collapse, wouldn't he be buried alive?

Lynn never thought that since the immortal had such great abilities, why would he be afraid of being buried alive. Just as he was racking his brains to find a suitable spell to practice, a whistling wind sound came from outside.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he murmured, "Yes, it is said that immortals can call the wind and rain. Now that I am an immortal, maybe I can do it."

Thinking of this, Lynn slowly closed his eyes, a solemn expression gradually appeared on his face, and he slowly raised his right hand in a very formal manner. Then, as if a sudden inspiration came to him, he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted, "Call the wind!" and waved his right hand.

Immediately a breeze blew, lifting up some dust on the ground. This made him even more excited, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud again.

After laughing for a while, Lynn raised his right hand again, waved his hand, and shouted. "Let it rain!"

But there was still a breeze blowing, which made Lynn's laughter stuck in his throat, but his body still maintained the previous laughing posture, which looked a little funny.

He shook his head and consoled himself, "Maybe I was too excited just now and couldn't control my power properly, so the rain-calling ability turned into wind-calling. Let's try again. It will definitely work this time."

Lynn exhaled heavily, calming his excitement. His face regained its solemnity. When he thought he had completely calmed down, he waved his hand and shouted again. "Let it rain!"

There was still a breeze blowing, Lynn frowned slightly, his eyes rolled around, and he used all the magical powers he had heard of.

"Split the mountain open!"

"Crack the Earth open!"

“Turn stones into gold!”

"Let it thunder!"

Lynn leaned against the cave wall in frustration, looking at his hands, and said with some disappointment: "It doesn't make sense. I have already become an immortal, but why can't I use immortal arts? Is it because I just became an immortal? Why can't I use Call the Wind?"

As he spoke, he raised his right hand again and waved it gently, and a breeze appeared again. It was not until this time that Lynn realized something was wrong. He waved his hands vigorously and looked at the dust that was blown up. He discovered bitterly that this was not the magic of calling the wind at all, but just an ordinary wind generated by the waving of his hands.

He thought he had become a real immortal, but he didn't expect that it was all in vain. Under such great joy and sorrow, Lynn, a twelve-year-old boy, was unable to recover for a while. He sat down on the ground, and his expression became a little dazed.

Not knowing how much time had passed, Lynn scratched his long hair in annoyance, shook his head, and caught a glimpse of the collapsed ground next to him. His eyes naturally fell on the animal skin on the ground.

Thinking about the miraculous effects of the elixir before, Lynn couldn't help but feel a little bit of anticipation for the animal skin. He temporarily put aside his lost mood and came to the animal skin using his hands and feet.

The animal skin was neatly folded. Lynn grabbed the edge of the skin with both hands and swung it hard, causing a lot of dust to rise immediately.

After the dust settled, Lynn spread the hide flat on the ground. The hide was square, with an edge three feet long and two fingers thick. One side had thick fur, a pattern Lynn had never seen before, so he couldn't guess what kind of animal it was. The other side was slightly reddish, with a few places slightly darker in color. It looked like an ordinary peeled hide, nothing special.

Lynn was confused. He thought that since the animal skin and the elixir were placed together, it must not be an ordinary thing. He also thought that the secret was on the side covered with hair. He turned the animal skin over in his hand and separated the densely packed animal skin bit by bit, like a monkey catching lice. He observed it carefully, but found nothing.

The strong feeling of loss made Lynn sit down on the ground, holding the animal skin in his hand, his little fist clenched tightly, biting his lower lip, his eyes full of unwillingness and stubbornness.

Although the facts were already before him, Lynn firmly believed in his heart that this animal skin must have belonged to an immortal, but his cultivation was still shallow and he could not see through the mystery.

This is a kind of inertial thinking, just like when a thief steals a priceless pearl, he naturally thinks the box containing the pearl is also a valuable item. If one day someone suddenly tells him that the box is just made of ordinary wood, the thief will sneer at this and laugh at the other person for not knowing the value of the thing. How can a box that can contain a priceless pearl be an ordinary thing?

But we can't blame them for thinking this way, because no one would do that. They believe that things that can be put together must be of equal value, and no one would be idle enough to put a priceless pearl in an ordinary wooden box.