Chinese students at Hogwarts.

Chapter 234 Butterfly Dream (End)

Only I can practice?
Zhang Xiao looked at his grandfather, the Celestial Master who went to the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain and whose Taoist name was Luo Tian.

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

Taoism is the ancestor of playing with souls, and Dongfang has a very complete understanding of reincarnation.

Did Grandpa already know that?

Zhang Xiao felt that his heart was beating so hard that it was about to pop out of his chest, and his throat was extremely dry.

"Why am I the only one who can practice?"

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

He suddenly laughed:
"My dear grandson, don't you understand why you are the only one who can practice?"

Zhang Xiao's eyes were lowered, and he felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and there was even a kind of coldness that penetrated his heart. Everything around him seemed to be getting further and further away, and he felt as if he was being rejected by the whole world.

Only one lonely person,

"Besides you, who else in our Taoist sect is learning magic?"

"what?"

The sky seemed to light up again in an instant. Zhang Xiao raised his head in shock and looked at his grandfather.

"Is that right?"

"Isn't that so?"

Zhang Cunyi laughed loudly, and then tapped him in the air with his index finger:
"I just gave you the ceremony today. You should go back and rest first. You can't take Bigu Pills of course. Come here tomorrow and grandpa will teach you this - the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills!"

"Yes!"

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

But as he walked farther and farther, the smile on his face gradually disappeared. Looking back at Tianshi's courtyard from a distance, Zhang Xiao pursed his lips, as if he had all kinds of complicated emotions in his heart.

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

Alas, my eldest grandson sometimes thinks too much. Can grandpa still harm him?
"Peach Club". Hey, this comic is quite interesting. Why don't Yang Jian's son and Sun Wukong's apprentice find a puppy to give to their eldest grandson?
"What? Eighty-Nine Mysterious Techniques? 72 Transformations?
Does our Taoist sect still have this skill? "

Zhang Chengdao looked at his son who had just told the news in astonishment. He even forgot about "eating without speaking" and hurriedly chewed twice and swallowed what was in his mouth:

"Really 72 changes?"

Zhang Xiao nodded: "Anyway, grandpa said so, let me learn it tomorrow."

Master Shaotian didn't even eat. He put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up and walked around in circles in the restaurant:
"Partial, too partial! 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 something that can't be practiced, wouldn't it only increase your worries?"

"No!" Zhang Chengdao was now filled with curiosity, stroking his chin and thinking: "I'll go with Xiaoxiao tomorrow!

Even if they are separated by generations, they cannot be so partial! "

With hope, time flies by so fast, it seems like it’s just a blink of an eye, and the next day is here.

The sky had just turned white, and the father and son were so excited that they almost didn't sleep well all night, so they got up.

After a hurried breakfast, they set off towards the Tianshi's courtyard.

"Dad, is it okay if we go so early?"

Zhang Xiao was a little worried. It was only after six o'clock. Would he get beaten if he went so early?
However, Shaotianshi was particularly brave and said nonchalantly:

"No, your grandpa is old, and with his level of cultivation, it doesn't matter whether he sleeps or not. Moreover, he practices Jing Gong every morning. I'm afraid he has been up for a while at this point."

When we arrived at the small courtyard, we saw that the light was already on in the wing.

Zhang Chengdao walked over with his head held high, Shaotianshi's majesty fully displayed.

But the closer we got to the courtyard, the straighter our back became more curved. Finally, we stood at the door with our heads curled up and whispered to our son:
"Xiaoxiao, come here, come here!"

You said you, why bother!
Zhang Xiao sighed, shook his head and walked forward, only to see that the door of the small courtyard was opened by himself just like yesterday.

The old Heavenly Master stood at the door, smiled gently at Zhang Xiao and said:

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

Then he looked at Zhang Chengdao. His eyes were not eyes and his nose was not a nose. He squinted at him and asked in disgust:
"What are you doing here?"

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

“Dad, we are all your descendants!

We must have a bowl of water that is balanced and cannot be biased.

Tell me, if you have this kind of skill, why did you give it to Xiaoxiao instead of teaching it to me? "

"Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?

Zhang Chengdao screamed in pain, jumped up to Lao Gao, held his head and ran out:
"If you don't want to teach, don't teach. Why beat people! And beat them with a golden light curse!"

Dad, why don’t you bring thunder? "

'Ji La'' The golden light condensed on the long whip suddenly appeared, like a silver snake, a winding and twisted electric light appeared.

With just one blow, Shaotianshi's voice resounded throughout the mountain, startling the flocks of birds.

The originally smooth long hair exploded outward like a hedgehog, and thick smoke actually spewed out between the screams.

Perhaps Shaotian Master was so energetic that the smoke he sprayed out 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 still in place with unusual honesty.

"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 filled with murderous aura. Others thought that 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's better to let Master Shaotian enter our temple to practice. He 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 spell 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 72 ways, often turning into mosquitoes or something like that.

So it should be possible for the Taoist Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques 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 Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques are very magical. They are no longer magic. They 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 special. Apart from cockroaches, it's hard to find any bugs that are active all year round.

It's obviously the cold 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, a bird that combines both handsomeness and strength, flies at an altitude of more than 20 meters and has a normal flight speed of about 8000 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 key 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).

At no time should the leaves be swallowed or taken out of the mouth, if the leaves leave the mouth the whole process must start all over again.

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 looked like as a human.

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 dreams of butterflies.

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

"Yes"

The truth 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 flaps of the plane fluttered, the lift gradually decreased, and the landing gear under the belly and under the wings 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!
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