Chapter 233 Butterfly Dream (End)

Am I the only one who can practice?

Zhang Xiao looked at his grandfather, the Taoist master Luo Tian, ​​who was in the Tianshi Mansion on Longhu Mountain.

A great fear suddenly surged in his heart, as if all secrets were exposed in the eyes of this old man.

The Taoist sect is the ancestor of playing with souls, and the East has a very complete understanding of reincarnation.

Did grandpa know it a long time ago?

Zhang Xiao felt that his heart was beating hard, almost jumping out of his chest, and his throat was very dry.

"Why can only I practice?"

Zhang Cunyi looked at his grandson, his deep eyes seemed to be saying something, his beard and clothes swayed gently in the breeze.

He suddenly smiled:

"My dear grandson, why only you can practice, don't you know?"

Zhang Xiao lowered his eyes, he felt his heart getting heavier and heavier, and even a kind of coldness that penetrated his heart, everything around him seemed to be getting farther and farther away, he felt as if he was rejected by the whole world.

I am alone,

"Who else in our Taoist sect can learn magic besides you?"

"Ah?"

The sky seemed to brighten up again in an instant, Zhang Xiao looked up in astonishment and looked at his grandfather.

"Is that so?"

"Isn't that so?"

Zhang Cunyi laughed, then pointed at him with his index finger:

"You just received the ordination today, go back and have a rest, and you can't take the fasting pills, of course. Come tomorrow, and grandpa will teach you this-Bajiu Xuan Gong!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Xiao stood up and bowed properly, and left the courtyard with a longing smile.

But as he walked further and further away, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Looking back at the courtyard of the Tianshi from a distance, Zhang Xiao pursed his lips, as if there were a myriad of complicated emotions in his heart.

In the courtyard, Zhang Cunyi sat quietly for a while, and picked up the comic magazine "Painting King" again.

Alas, my eldest grandson, sometimes I think too much, can grandpa still hurt him?

"Peach Banquet". Hey, this comic is quite interesting. Yang Jian's son and Sun Wukong's apprentice, why don't they find a puppy to give to their eldest grandson?

"What? Eight-Nine Mysterious Skills? Seventy-two Transformations?

Do we have this skill in the Taoist sect?"

Zhang Chengdao looked at his son who had just told him the news in astonishment. He even forgot to talk while eating. He chewed twice and swallowed the food in his mouth:

"Is it really seventy-two transformations?"

Zhang Xiao nodded: "Grandpa said so anyway, let me learn it tomorrow."

Shao Tianshi didn't even eat his meal. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up and walked around in the restaurant:

"Biased, too biased! You know I like Sun Wukong the most!"

Li Qingshu rolled her eyes at him:

"Didn't you hear Xiaoxiao say that only he can practice that thing? If I tell you that he can't practice it, wouldn't it be a waste of trouble?"

"No!" Zhang Chengdao was very curious now. He touched his chin and thought: "I will go with Xiaoxiao tomorrow!

Even if we are grandparents, we can't be so biased!"

With hope, time passed quickly. It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the next day arrived.

The sky had just turned white, and the excited father and son who had almost not slept well all night got up.

After a quick breakfast, they set off for the Tianshi's courtyard.

"Dad, is it okay for us to go so early?"

Zhang Xiao was a little worried. It was only six o'clock. Would he be beaten if he went so early?

The Shao Tianshi was particularly brave and said nonchalantly:

"No, your grandfather is old, and with his cultivation level, it doesn't matter whether he sleeps or not. He practices meditation every morning, so he must have been up for a while at this point."

When they arrived at the courtyard, they saw that the light in the wing room was on.

Zhang Chengdao walked over with his head held high, showing the Shao Tianshi's style to the fullest.

But the closer he got to the courtyard, the more his straight back bent. Finally, he stood at the door, shrank his head and whispered to his son:

"Xiaoxiao, come here, come here!"

You said you, why bother!

Zhang Xiao sighed, shook his head and walked forward, but saw that the door of the courtyard opened by itself as it did yesterday.

The old Taoist priest stood at the door and said to Zhang Xiao with a gentle smile:

"Xiaoxiao, it's so early, good! Not bad! You should have this attitude."

Then he looked at Zhang Chengdao, his eyes were not eyes, his nose was not a nose, he squinted at him, and asked with disdain:

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Chengdao was a little scared at first, but now he mustered up the courage for his dream:

"Dad, we are all your descendants!

We must treat them equally and not be partial.

Tell me, why do you give this skill to Xiaoxiao and not teach it to me!"

"Swish, swish, swish" There were only a few sharp sounds of breaking through the air, and the old Taoist priest made a sword-like finger with one hand, pulling out a golden light that seemed to be real, like a whip, and whipped Zhang Chengdao's butt hard.

Zhang Chengdao screamed in pain, jumped up straight, and ran out holding his head:

"If you don't want to teach me, then don't teach me. Why are you hitting me? And you're hitting me with the golden light spell!

Dad, why don't you bring thunder magic!"

"Sizzle!" The long whip condensed with golden light suddenly appeared with electric light twisting like a silver snake.

With just one strike, the young master's "Ao" sounded throughout the mountain, startling the flocks of flying birds.

The originally soft long hair exploded outward like a hedgehog, and thick smoke was even emitted between screams.

Perhaps the Shaotian Master was so energetic that the smoke he exhaled could not scatter for ten meters, and he raised his head to the sky with a 'ouch' sound.

The smoke column is like Godzilla's breath - true energy penetrating the rainbow!

Zhang Xiao couldn't bear to look directly at him, but his body stayed in place very honestly.

"Why did I hit you? You don't know it in your heart? The good golden light spell made you refine the red light spell.

During the Taoist competition, your golden light showed up, and you were so murderous that others thought we at Longhu Mountain had switched to practicing magic skills.

Old man, do you know how long I have been laughed at by those old bald donkeys?

'It is better to let Master Shaotian enter our temple to practice, and we will definitely get rid of Master Shaotian's murderous nature.'

I want to learn everything I see, but I don’t take it seriously. I just rely on my talent and fool around for two years before learning something else.”

Zhang Xiao was almost dumbfounded. Grandpa's golden light curse seemed to have boundless spirituality. No matter how hard his father tried to hide, the whip could hit his butt accurately.

When grandpa finally stopped and Zhang Chengdao disappeared, Zhang Xiao asked cautiously:

"Grandpa, what you are talking about seems to have nothing to do with the Eight-Nine Mysterious Techniques?"

Zhang Cunyi restrained his golden light, returned to his amiable look, and stroked his beard:

"It doesn't matter, I just couldn't help it when I saw him. In fact, he knew he couldn't learn, so he just came over deliberately and asked me to beat him up."

ah? why is that?

Zhang Xiao looked at his grandfather in surprise, but he didn't understand why his father insisted on coming over to receive this beating.

Zhang Cunyi looked at his grandson's expression and shook his head:

"Just to remind me that he is your father and I am his father.

whispering sound! I don't know what I'm thinking about all day long. "

He walked back into the small courtyard with his hands behind his back, and his voice floated over from far away:

"Xiaoxiao, come with me."

Zhang Xiao was still wondering what his grandfather just said, so he hurriedly threw these chaotic thoughts aside and walked towards the small courtyard.

The two sat down. Zhang Cunyi did not rush to start teaching. Instead, he asked first:

"Grandson, have you decided what you want to learn and what you want to change into?"

Um? Is it something you can choose?

Zhang Xiao was overjoyed, thinking that like Animagus, the transformation was uncontrollable.

What will change?

Only then did Zhang Xiao start to think about what kind of animal he wanted to change into.

I don’t know if tardigrades can change. What if they become tardigrades?

The smallest known Animagus transformation seems to be Rita Skeeter, who can transform into a fat beetle.

So it is also possible to transform into an insect?

In Journey to the West, Sun Wukong and Yang Jian can change in seventy-two ways, often turning into mosquitoes or something like that.

So it should be possible for the Taoist eighty-nine mystical skills to turn into mosquitoes?

After Zhang Cunyi heard Zhang Xiao's thoughts, he shook his head slightly:

"Xiaoxiao, grandpa doesn't recommend that you turn into a bug."

He paused and began to explain the reason to Zhang Xiao:

"The changes in the Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique are very magical. It is no longer a magic technique, it can even be attributed to supernatural powers. It is not a blinding technique, but a real transformation.

Sun Wukong can turn into a mosquito because he is indestructible. Even if it is a mosquito, you can't hurt it even if you chop it with a knife or an axe.

But if you become a mosquito, a fly swatter may hit you to death. "

Zhang Xiao frowned and fell into deep thought, Zhang Cunyi continued:

"Besides, summer bugs are nothing to worry about. Except for cockroaches, it's hard to find any bugs that are active all year round.

It's obviously the coldest winter, but you turn into a mosquito. Isn't this just like a firefly in the dark night?

The most important thing is that you have not yet mastered your cultivation. People with Dharma eyes reaching a certain level can easily see your true colors.

This brings us back to the problem I told you at the beginning: the physical body is not indestructible. "

Grandpa's words were comprehensive and made the shortcomings clear.

Zhang Xiao is not a stubborn person, so he decided to follow the good advice and change to a more practical transformation.

"Grandpa, shopping bags and gunships."

Zhang Xiao smacked his lips, looked at Zhang Cunyi's eyes gradually narrowing, and changed the topic rationally:

“I feel that if we consider practicality, I need three highly adaptable creatures: land, sea, and air.

I'm picking out the ones I currently lack the most! "

Zhang Cunyi's face slowed down, he nodded in agreement, and motioned to Zhang Xiao to continue:

"Things in the water should be eliminated first. In fact, there are water-avoiding charms, head-soaking spells, and semi-transformation spells cast on oneself, which can all work well in the water.

On land, in terms of comprehensive survivability, cats are actually one of the most suitable creatures. They have extremely strong athletic ability and quick reactions. They can be seen anywhere in the world without attracting people's attention.

Words in the air"

Zhang Xiao was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, his eyes bright, and said softly:

"Grandpa, I'm sure!"

"Oh? What is it?"

"Peregrine Falcon!"

The Peregrine Falcon is a bird that combines both handsomeness and strength. It flies at an altitude of more than 8,000 meters and has a normal flight speed of about 100 kilometers per hour.

When diving, it can reach an astonishing 390 kilometers per hour.

The famous B2 bomber imitates the body shape of the peregrine falcon when it dives.

Moreover, this kind of small raptor, only slightly larger than a crow, can even take off in the water, and is extremely powerful.

The most important thing is

This bird starts in three years! National second grade!

The Heavenly Master put his hands on his hands and smiled: "Shan! It is indeed a good choice, then this is it!"

After delineating the changes, Zhang Xiao looked at his grandfather eagerly and asked curiously:

"Grandpa, is our transformation technique troublesome?"

You know, Animagus is very, very troublesome.

There are seven or eight steps alone, and timing and caution are indispensable, such as:

A single mandrake leaf must be held continuously in the mouth for an entire month (from full moon to full moon).

The leaves must not be swallowed or taken out of the mouth at any time. If the leaves leave the mouth, the whole process must start over.

Still waiting for the days of storms and lightning.

The entire ceremony would take thousands of words to write down, and would span several months.

Zhang Xiao suddenly realized that in his opinion, the entire Animagus ritual was using a mysterious and harsh requirement to continuously strengthen inner hints.

For example, holding a leaf in your mouth, pointing a magic wand at your heart in the morning and evening and chanting a spell, on a stormy night, and most importantly, imagining the appearance of an animal. When you change back, you can clearly recall what you were like as a human being.

The suggestiveness and ritual of these operations are extremely strong, and all the emotions and hints are accumulated during the months of repetition.

A concentrated burst of lightning and thunder on a stormy night!

Maybe this is the truth behind the changes in Animagus?

Zhang Xiao was not sure, but there was a faint voice in his heart telling him that this should be the truth.

The old Heavenly Master shook his head, raised his long white eyebrows a few times, and said with emotion:

"The ancestors planted trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade. Our ancestors left a very precious wealth to our useless descendants."

He softly uttered a few words:

""Zhuangzi·Equality of Things""

Zhang Xiao was solemn, but he felt like he was setting aside the dark clouds and seeing the bright moon.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, a lifelike butterfly. He said that he was suitable for his ambition and did not know Zhou. Suddenly I feel like I'm in a state of confusion. I don’t know that Zhou’s dream is Butterfly Yu, and the butterfly’s dream is Zhou Yu? Zhou and Butterfly must be different.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies.

"I want to experience the life of a peregrine falcon? In a dream?"

"yes"

Youdao is——

A dream like a yellow beam must eventually wake up. It has no roots and no end and returns to dust.

Wherever the golden dragon flies to the sky, it is better to be a real person in the mortal world!

The plane's flaps flipped, the lift gradually decreased, and the belly and underwing landing gear began to slowly lower.

The tires made contact with the runway, sending up a plume of smoke, and then the plane began to slow down.

When the cabin door opened, the noisy crowd walked out from the gangway, talking and laughing.

In the first class cabin, a British boy with platinum blond hair slowly closed the magazine in his hand.

There was a hint of arrogance on the pale face.

"Dad, Mum, I think we're here. It's such a handy tool that even Muggles can create nice things."

Lucius hummed in disbelief.

His eyes were a little gloomy, he helped Narcissa, who was also a little uneasy, and spoke in a longer tone:

"Draco, I doubt that any of your friends can keep their promises."

Malfoy did not answer, but walked to the cabin door on his own, and gave a very gentlemanly salute to the stewardess who was about to see him off.

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside, as well as the English sign: "Xiangjiang International Airport".

He took a deep breath of the mysterious eastern air and quietly clenched his fists.

Zhang, here I come!

(Volume 3: Daomen! Daomen! End)

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