Chapter 100: Heavenly Master, Secrets, Answers, and Doubts (2 in 1)

Chapter 101 Heavenly Master Secret Answers Doubts (2 in 1)

Zhang Xiao withdrew from the Empty Bright Realm. At this moment, he felt like he had participated in a triathlon. He was sweating all over and was extremely tired.

He almost fell to the ground. Li Qingshu hurriedly caught her son, poured him a glass of water with heartache, and took out a pill to calm his mind and restore his strength and stuffed it into his mouth.

He smiled reluctantly at his mother, and the pill dissolved into sweet liquid at a very fast speed and flowed into his throat.

This Empty Bright Realm is powerful, but it consumes too much energy. If he casts a golden light spell again

Zhang Xiao felt that his small body would be drained every minute!

"Dad, have you seen this kind of thunder talisman?"

I have seen a ghost!

Zhang Chengdao broke his power directly, and even took out the communication talisman on the spot to contact his father.

As the three of them waited anxiously, the communication talisman finally lit up.

Zhang Chengdao hurriedly tapped the communication talisman and replied directly. A clear and old voice sounded:

"I know, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong? God wills it."

Zhang Chengdao:

Zhang Xiao:.

Li Qingshu:

"What does my father think? It's not normal anyway!" Zhang Chengdao slapped his thigh in pain.

"How did my father get by? How come he doesn't know this!" Zhang Xiao slapped the boat board in pain.

Li Qingshu looked at the father and son with a subtle expression, and suddenly felt that the Zhang family's style was really passed down from generation to generation.

The scene became quiet for a while.

After a long time, Zhang Xiao said softly:

"So, this is inexplicable, right?"

Zhang Chengdao looked uncomfortable, he nodded, with a rare confusion:

"Anyway, I haven't seen it, and my education also tells me that this is impossible, but facts speak louder than words"

Zhang Xiao said calmly:

"Then Dad, Taoism is divided into three ways: talismans, spells, and mantras. You only teach me talismans now, and only teach me the Golden Light Mantra. Is it also determined by my grandfather?"

Zhang Chengdao was silent for a while, and nodded slowly:

"To be precise, things related to fasting and offering rituals cannot be taught"

"I know." Zhang Xiao did not ask any more questions, because if he asked, it would definitely be the same as before, and everything would be discussed after the ordination.

At this moment, he was looking forward to his ordination as soon as possible, and he had too many questions to be answered.

The scene fell into the previous silence again.

Zhang Chengdao looked a little apologetic, and wanted to say something, but it turned into a sigh in the end.

It was Li Qingshu who smoothed things over. She was also a little depressed:

"In fact, your father and I don't know much more than you do.

But I can be sure of one thing, your grandfather will never harm you. It is your family's tradition to protect the old and rather die than the young."

"Your mother is right. Your grandfather said that you have to find the answers yourself. I guess.

There is probably only one reason for not telling you. Knowing everything too early may be harmful to you."

It can only be said that Zhang Chengdao's character is indeed terribly strong. He has recovered in a short time. He hesitated for a while and added:

"Some things are passed down from generation to generation by the Heavenly Master. They cannot be said and can only be stored in the mind."

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while and reluctantly accepted this reason. The Western Dumbledore is an old thousand-layer cake, a riddle man, and my grandfather is almost the same!

Just like the end of the universe is to land, is the fate of the strong all the old riddle man?

Zhang Xiao simply lay on the board with his hands behind his head, looking up at the starry sky.

No longer entangled with these things that have no answers for the time being.

Seeing his son like this, Zhang Chengdao simply lay down. The boat board was not big, and it was a bit crowded for two people to lie side by side.

Li Qingshu was in a playful mood and followed them to lie down in the cabin, with her head on the father and son.

The night was like water, and the clear moonlight covered the sky. The boat swayed in the air. After a while of silence, Zhang Chengdao suddenly asked:

"Son, can you still do it now?"

Zhang Xiao felt his own state for a while and shook his head gently:

"No, just now I was in the empty and bright state, and many factors were suppressed and released together.

Now it is difficult for me to draw talismans in the void. Although I have practiced the thunder talisman for more than half a year, the accumulation is still not enough.

It can only be said that it is due to fate, but it is given I will definitely be able to do it in the future.

Just like I can only play the silent lighting spell now, my training is not enough. ”

“That’s scary enough, you are only 12 years old! It’s not common to draw talismans in the air in Taoism, let alone your magic wand.

The void becomes a talisman! The power is surprisingly great. ”

Zhang Chengdao nudged his son with his elbow and asked curiously:

“What’s the matter with your silent spell? How can it be illuminated in Chinese?”

“How to say it” Zhang Xiao emptied his mind and said leisurely:

"Actually, this is a mindset. Once you turn around, everything can be explained. It's all silent curses, so of course you can shout whatever you want."

After smacking his tongue for a while, Zhang Chengdao had to admit that his son's words made sense.

But he always felt that this kid still had reservations, and it was probably more than what he said.

Hey! This little bastard has also learned to be bad, and he has actually learned to say that one point should be kept for nine points!

Good! Like the Zhang family!

Li Qingshu bumped her head against the father and son, and said dissatisfiedly:

"Okay, let's not discuss these things here, enjoy the quiet and empty your mind!"

When the mother spoke, the father and son immediately quieted down.

Zhang Chengdao quietly slowed down the speed of the boat, resting on the brilliant galaxy, enjoying the indescribable quiet and ethereal.

Linlangtian Villa, Zhang Xiao sat in his spacious study

"Sister Bird, if I go crazy later, remember to wake me up!"

Zhang Xiao touched Qingluan's head and said seriously.

Sister Bird tilted her head, rubbed him, nodded and agreed, she jumped on Zhang Xiao's shoulder, bright golden pupils looked at him curiously, as if wondering what Zhang Xiao was going to do.

After waiting for so long, Sister Bird finally came home after playing enough. He could call Sister Bird back, but there was no need, and it was not a very urgent matter.

And Qingluan is not a pet, but a family member.

He has been holding back his questions these days and did not dare to think deeply.

If he had not experienced the taste of going crazy, he would have started to sort out his thoughts regardless of anything.

After instructing Sister Bird, Zhang Xiao sat in his spacious armchair, closed his eyes and meditated.

There are indeed reservations about the silent illumination spell. In fact, I only had one thought in my mind at that time, that is, to make the magic wand light up.

There is no such thing as reciting a spell silently in the mind or thinking of a spell.

Whether it is "bright" or "there must be light", in terms of meaning, what is reflected in my mind is that it will light up.

So. The spell is not a necessary condition for casting a spell?

Some questions have been solved, but more questions are like glaciers buried deep under the sea, so big that they are scary.

Zhang Xiao suddenly slapped his head, a little annoyed.

I am so stupid, the silent spell has actually told the truth.

If the spell relies on reciting a spell to communicate energy, then the silent spell is recited silently in the mind?

Is the spell that is not recited still a spell?

Zhang Xiao sorted out his questions in his mind, and inexplicably thought of Transfiguration.

Because Transfiguration is the most idealistic and intuitive manifestation, in fact, the spell of Transfiguration is also useless?

We visualize the results in our hearts, and the spell is more like a kind of catharsis.

The little wizards need a way to vent the results of the visualization.

Hiss. Zhang Xiao took a breath of cold air, and felt the excitement of having a difficult problem solved.

If we look at it this way, the ‘enumeration’ flow of transformation of many young wizards can be easily explained.

I have the foundation of meditation from the Taoist school, and my visualization is much better than that of the young wizards.

Those young wizards can’t do what I do, but after countless attempts, they can finally complete the transformation.

Is it because they have tried again and again, and finally became numb, and instinctively replaced the object with the object to be transformed, so as to succeed?

If the spell does not need to be chanted, then what about the entire magic system?

And I have personally seen different consequences caused by chanting the wrong spell, if the spell is useless.

What about potions and alchemy based on spells?

Has no one thought about it?

No, some people have thought about it, and they should know what is going on. Professor Flitwick’s kind advice that ‘the first year is a crucial moment’.

Why is the first year the most important moment?

At this moment, Dumbledore's words of warning seemed to ring in his ears again:

"Don't try to master something you don't understand yet."

Zhang Xiao shuddered violently, gasping for breath, almost forcibly interrupting his own thinking.

Until then he found that his hand had unconsciously touched the wand, and his whole body was sweating, as if washed by water.

Sister Bird had already prepared her posture and was about to peck at her forehead.

Zhang Xiao showed a tired smile and said weakly:

"Sister Bird, thank you, fortunately I woke up in time, otherwise it would be a lot of fun!"

Qingluan took a small fruit from under its wings and put it in his palm, looking at this young child with some concern.

Putting the small fruit in his mouth and feeling its sweetness, Zhang Xiao sighed.

Can't go on, the nature of magic is too big a question.

It's far beyond what he can touch at present.

In this idealistic world, sometimes thinking is really terrible.

If his guess was correct, the wizard's cognition might have an impact on the real world, and he had no choice but to be cautious.

It was enough to know that magic was not triggered by spells, and Zhang Xiao also roughly understood the reason why those family witches did not have doubts about this.

That is the limitation of thinking.

Just like countless people in the previous life knew that apples should fall to the ground, but how many people had doubts about it?

The same is true for wizards in the wizarding world.

Don't think too much of them, how many wizards are there in total?

How many geniuses are there like Dumbledore and Voldemort?

Not to mention the little wizards born in Muggles. At the age of 11, they don't even have a stable outlook on life, so it's even more unrealistic for them to raise questions.

In other words, the wizarding world is too far away from Muggles, otherwise Muggles would have opened thousands or tens of thousands of topics on magic long ago, right?

Maybe there would be another Nobel Prize in Magic or Magic Progress Award?

Zhang Xiao was amused by his own thoughts. He buried his doubts deeply. One day, these doubts will be answered, but not now.

A thought quietly emerged from the depths of his heart. From his own guess, the upper limit of wizards should be frighteningly high.

If the strength is strong enough, Zhang Xiao shuddered violently.

There must be light. I'm afraid it's not just an empty talk, right?

Then what is the thing that limits the strength of wizards?

With a long time, the inheritance has never been cut off, and the Taoist sect with a complete system is so strong, how strong is it?

Can't think about it, can't think about it, if you think about it, you will die.

Zhang Xiao shook his head to get rid of these chaotic thoughts and began to think about some easy and simple questions.

For example, consider the second grade.

The diary of the Dark Lord is the top priority. If you don't take advantage of Xiao Tang, you will be embarrassed to say that you have been to the world of HP.

This must be strangled from the source. There are too many variables when you go to school, so the best way is to buy a new set of books for Ginny directly.

When she meets Lucius, hey, just change it like this.

Get the diary!

Steady! Zhang Xiao silently gave himself a thumbs up.

What about getting the diary? Will he be seduced by Voldemort if we communicate? The 16-year-old Xiao Tang can't do anything else, but he is a professional at seducing people.

But I have Sister Bird, so at worst I can let Sister Bird watch from the side.

After I got the diary, the subsequent events of the Chamber of Secrets should be over, but there is a bad thing. Dumbledore can't be sure whether Voldemort has made a Horcrux.

Well. It doesn't matter. Voldemort's soul is in hand. Taoism is the ancestor of playing with souls. Is there no way to deal with him?

I heard that there is a nail-headed seven arrows book hidden in Longhu Mountain. I will worship him to death when the time comes!

Then lie to Xiao Tang's birthday, get his birth date and beat him up!

A small hammer every three days, a big hammer every five days!

Just use Goyle's shoe soles to beat him, because his feet are the stinkiest!

Zhang Xiao laughed and almost fell on the table. Sister Bird looked at him inexplicably, wondering what was wrong with this kid.

Then he thought of Harry inexplicably. If things really went according to plan, Harry would not have to bear that heavy fate. Wouldn't it be good to live his life happily?

Dumbledore calculated everything and finally sacrificed his life to kill Voldemort.

This is the consequence of professional mismatch!

He had already calculated Sirius's affairs, and he would definitely let him and Harry reunite happily, and Dumbledore did a rough job.

You said that you are so powerful, but you can't vindicate Sirius. Isn't your title of White Devil in vain?

They are reunited! I said it!

If I can't do this little thing well, wouldn't my father's work as the underground Minister of Magic be in vain?

How can I have the face to call myself a little cabinet elder and a little minister?

It seems that if Voldemort is gone, the wizarding world will be peaceful!

I can live my life in peace, cultivate my followers, and recruit wings

Maybe I can inherit Longhu Mountain or something, and then, I will have the final say in the East and the West?

Hiss. Am I so powerful?

Zhang Xiao ended his reverie with satisfaction. Proper dreaming is good for physical and mental health.

In the blink of an eye, most of the summer vacation has passed.

Because there is no distraction of magic and spells, the efforts to focus on thunder talismans finally bear fruit at the end of the summer vacation.

In the daily feeding moves, Zhang Xiao successfully used the flying talisman to scare his father, and took the opportunity to give him a knife.

Well. Although the cut hit the protective golden light and bounced away.

But this is the first time he really hit Zhang Chengdao.

Zhang Chengdao, who was laughed at by Li Qingshu for a long time, could only mutter with a bitter face, "The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves in front, and each generation is stronger than the previous one." ’

But before long he started to smile and show off.

Holding the communication talisman tightly, he sent messages to his family one by one.

“Hello? Second Senior Brother, how is your kid? Is he going to be ordained soon?

Alas, my kid is not good enough. He is only 12 years old and can barely draw talismans in the air in the ‘competition’.

It still doesn’t work. Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Second Senior Brother, why are you silent? What? You came back to challenge me?

Let's have a duel, who's afraid of who! "

"Fifth Senior Sister, I heard your child specializes in talismans, right? Has he drawn talismans in the void?

Oh. He can just barely draw, and the success rate is less than 50% without interference?

Xiaoxiao? Xiaoxiao can't do it!

He just drew one when he was playing with me just now, and it scared me!

Hey, Fifth Senior Sister, why did you cut off the communication? ? ? "

Zhang Xiao looked at his father with a frown as he sent a circle of communication talismans to all his relatives and friends. Several precious long-distance communication talismans were used up.

Even this, his father was still a little unsatisfied. He pinched his chin and wondered who else he could send the talisman to.

My mother is still the best. She is not as unstable as my father. Otherwise, how could my mother be a goddess?

She is mature, stable, beautiful and generous, and she would not be so jumpy!

Zhang Xiao turned his head and saw that his mother directly took out a more precious group communication talisman that was almost only used when summoning disciples for major events. She said happily:

"My son Xiaoxiao completed a mid-air talisman drawing in battle on the day of Guihai in the month of Wushen in the year of Renshen.

Hope you all know! ”

It’s over! What does it feel like to be socially dead?

Thanks for the invitation. I’m in the underworld. I just got off the Naihe Bridge and I’m socially dead.

The cause of death is probably that my parents posted it on WeChat Moments, which is socially dead.

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The following is the plot summary