Chapter 91 Summer Vacation Starts with Teaching

Chapter 92 Summer vacation starts with teaching

On the spacious practice field, both father and son changed into light training clothes and stood opposite each other. Li Qingshu followed her son's habit and set up a table on the sidelines, sipping tea and watching the fun.

Zhang Chengdao put his hands behind his back. The morning breeze brought a hint of coolness across the square, causing his hair and sleeves to rise and fall gently. He looked natural and had a unique charm.

"Son, have you used the Golden Book and Jade Book? Dad didn't put too much in it because the first year was just to lay the foundation.

Now I'm asking you, what is a Taoist priest?"

Zhang Xiao clasped his fists and bowed, and said seriously:

"People follow the great way, their body and mind are in harmony with reason, and they only follow the Tao and do things according to the Tao, so they are called Taoist priests."

Zhang Chengdao nodded approvingly:

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Xiao hurriedly asked a somewhat unclear question:

"Dad, what is the difference between us and Taoism?"

"The difference is huge. Taoism is a religion, and Taoism is not. The two can only be said to have the same origin, but there are fundamental differences. If you want to understand it clearly, wait until you go back to Longhu Mountain and you will know everything!"

Here it comes again, here it comes again, he said a few vague words about everything, and when he asked in detail, it was about ordination and Longhu Mountain. Zhang Xiao silently complained a few words and had to push the question back.

Zhang Chengdao was a little embarrassed and coughed twice:

"You don't blame Dad for not telling me. Your grandfather has issued a gag order, a formal one, and I can't violate it. Okay, let's start the class."

He thought about it and waved to Zhang Xiao directly, "Actions speak louder than words. Attack me with all the means you can first, don't worry about hurting me."

Zhang Xiao stepped back a few steps, pulled away, and wiped his fingers at his waist. The magic wand had already slipped into his palm. At the moment of pulling the wand, he was already chanting a spell in a low voice:

"Fall to the ground!"

A red magic spell cut through the air and rushed towards Zhang Chengdao.

Zhang Chengdao was startled and smiled:

"Oh, not bad, you can lower your voice now. Many of the dark wizards I have fought have been chanting spells with their throats."

Zhang Xiao remained silent, the magic wand in his hand shook rapidly, and several "whispering spells" were sent out, and several beams of light like silk whipped over fiercely.

Then

I saw that Zhang Chengdao's body suddenly rose with extremely pure golden light, and the spells hit it like water lines shot from a water gun hitting a blazing bonfire.

After a few dull sounds, it dissipated.

Zhang Xiao was not surprised. As early as when he was testing the bulletproof vest, he vaguely guessed that the body-protecting golden light taught by his father was the best "anti-curse vest" in theory!

The wand was waving faster and faster, and spells were cast across the sky, but Zhang Chengdao was like a pillar made of steel, and could not be shaken at all.

Until the end, Zhang Xiao stopped panting. Even if you can resist the spell, you are too much, right? As long as there are enough, it should be able to penetrate, right?

"Don't you understand?" Zhang Chengdao dispersed the golden light and asked with a smile.

Of course I don't understand! ! !

"This is the first lesson I'm going to teach you." Zhang Chengdao motioned his son to sit down: "You should have learned it in the Golden Book and Jade Book.

Taoism is for the public, so Taoism can achieve some big scenes, such as calling the wind and rain.

But the more powerful the Taoism is, the more it needs the cooperation of the altar. Even the most powerful Five Thunders Law has a big difference in power with and without the altar.

But in some delicate places, the convenience of magic is very advantageous."

Zhang Xiao nodded silently. Of course he understood this. If the proficiency of silent spells is high, what could be more convenient than holding a small stick and pointing it?

"The seniors certainly understand this shortcoming, so there are supplements of talismans and the most important Golden Light Mantra."

Zhang Chengdao's voice became serious:

"The Golden Light Mantra is not a mantra, but a special thing produced by the practice of life itself. Simply pursuing the power of golden light is putting the cart before the horse.

The golden light is just a manifestation of your own 'exhaustion of principles and nature, and unity of mind and body'. In other words, the stronger your practice of your own life, the stronger the golden light.

Remember it."

"Dad, why can't my magic spell break your golden light? Is it because I'm too weak?"

Zhang Xiao first remembered his father's teachings in his heart, and then asked curiously.

"It is definitely weak. If it were your professors, I would never take it so hard.

And the Golden Light Spell left by the predecessors is not a golden bell cover, which makes you a target.

The most important thing is that your spells are all restraining spells, which are mainly for control and not for killing.

If it were some black magic or spells that mainly kill, I would definitely not be so relaxed."

No wonder so many people pursue black magic, they are really strong!

So how should I fight? Should I learn the Taoist fighting method like my father, or should I use spells like Dumbledore?

After hesitating for a while, Zhang Chengdao still smiled bitterly and said:

"Son, in fact, I don't know which path you should take. After all, due to the problem of concepts, no one has ever practiced both magic and Taoism without any foundation.

After I came to the West, I also learned a lot about wizards, but what I learned since childhood has been deeply rooted, and I can't integrate the two things well.

So you are a lone walker on this road.

You have to rely on yourself to explore how to integrate the two different paths and find the most suitable way for yourself.

What Dad teaches you can only be a reference."

Zhang Chengdao looked at him with a hint of worry. There were many things he couldn't tell his child.

I don't know why the old master broke the ban that had been passed down for thousands of years and let his grandson come to the West.

I can't understand why Taoism has such a ban.

What he can do is to try his best to pass on his feelings and thoughts to Zhang Xiao without reservation.

A lone traveler on a road that has never been there?

It seems quite interesting?

Zhang Xiao couldn't help laughing and chewed on his father's words repeatedly. Although he didn't understand a lot, he roughly understood the meaning.

Fusion, he is the best at it, especially in his previous life, he read countless stitching novels and stitching games, so he is too familiar with it.

After waiting for Zhang Xiao to digest it for a while, Zhang Chengdao stood up again, pulled out an eight-sided Han sword from the weapon rack next to him, and made a beautiful sword flower.

"In addition to magic weapons, our Taoism has another very important thing, that is, fighting skills. Some mountain spirits and ghosts are very good at hand-to-hand combat.

Sometimes they are so fast that you don't even have time to cast magic. At this time, you have to use hand-to-hand combat skills.

That is, moves!"

Zhang Chengdao demonstrated a set of swordsmanship neatly, as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon, which was very beautiful.

Li Qingshu and Zhang Xiao clapped vigorously together.

"A move is a special force-generating technique and a way of coping. It is not the martial arts in martial arts novels.

It allows your body to remember this action by practicing fixed moves. When you are attacked, you can make the most appropriate counterattack at a speed beyond thinking.

The better the moves, the more situations you can deal with. For example, the Wudang lineage in our Taoism has a very high level of attainment in this regard."

I know this. It's Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Xiao listened to his father's novel theory and found it very interesting. He came from the era when kung fu was most criticized.

The most famous statement is:

"Traditional martial arts can't fight. Why don't those who can fight come out and take a few steps?"

According to my father, the moves are actually to practice fixed routines until they become instincts. Then when the opponent hits you, your brain hasn't reacted yet, but your body has already counterattacked according to the routine?

It seems to make sense?

So is the move of traditional martial arts wrong, or what?

Zhang Xiao suddenly thought of Gryffindor's sword, and an absurd idea popped up in his mind.

Could it be that close combat was popular in the wizarding world before?

I was stuck at the beginning, and I revised it many times. Taoism is really difficult to write.