Emperor of the Immortal Dynasty

An Bochen didn't have time to think about it, and saw Sima Jin bowing her head, chanting words, and her hand on her chest was constantly changing gestures in accordance with the mantra.The ten fingers danced lightly, seemingly without any pattern, but An Bochen was calm and looked carefully, but vaguely noticed something unusual.

The flick of each finger is different, and every change will not be repeated. The light dance of the ten fingers is like the horns of antelopes, but it is natural, closely following the rhythm of the spell in Sima Jin's mouth. At first, it is very slow, and at the end The back is getting faster and faster.

An Bochen concentrated his attention and looked intently. After about half a stick of incense, he only felt a sudden tremor in the air around him. Although it was very slight, he could clearly catch it.

"Duh!"

At this moment, Sima Jin raised his head, a strange gleam flashed in his eyes, he let out a low chirp, and drew a circle in mid-air with his fingers.

"Roar......"

When the sound of the dragon chant came, An Bochen felt a chill down his spine, turned around subconsciously, and saw a fire dragon winding and circling behind him with a ferocious face.

"This is the Fire Dragon Transformation?"

Scratching his head, An Bochen looked up and down at the little charmander that was only as thick as his index finger, with a strange expression on his face.

It's not so much a fire dragon, it's better to say it's a thin snake with four legs, without dragon claws and dragon scales. Although the whole body is screaming at Amber Chen with flames, but... no matter how you look at it, you can't see anything like a dragon.

"Why, look down on my fire dragon transformation?"

Seeing An Bochen wanting to laugh but suppressing it, Sima Jin curled his lips, snorted coldly, and flicked his fingers lightly.

The next moment, the fire dragon suddenly jumped out, and as far as An Bochen's eyes could see, he could only catch an afterimage. In the blink of an eye, he went around the hidden jade hall, and wherever it went, no matter whether it was a gold vessel or a copper vessel, and the pots were reduced to ashes.

Seeing this, An Bochen was slightly startled, and then looked at Sima Jin who was pretending to be calm, and couldn't help but respect him, but he frowned again not long after.

"But Hong Fu, it took you half a stick of incense to sacrifice this method, if there is an enemy attacking..."

"It's not for you to see clearly."

Before An Bochen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Sima Jin.

"Okay, as I said earlier, you need talent to learn Taoism. The so-called talent is actually comprehension. For the comprehension of mantras and mudras, try it and see how much you can imitate."

After speaking, Sima Jin sat back on the bed, picked up an osmanthus cake and threw it into his mouth, and looked at An Bochen leisurely.

Being in the dangerous place of Liujing, it is not known how long it will take to perform such a dangerous and dangerous scene, so when An Bochen proposed to learn Taoism, Sima Jin agreed without hesitation.The two are closely related, on the same boat, if An Bochen has learned a few kung fu skills to protect herself, it will save her a lot of trouble.But that method... Although she agreed to An Bochen to teach him the method and demonstrated it in person, she just wanted to let An Bochen know the difficulty and retreat.

Dao dharma is no different from dao skills. It is not easy for any practitioner to learn. It requires not only dao practice, but also chance and talent...

Before swallowing half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Sima Jin's mouth grew wide, and he looked at An Bochen in disbelief, his mind went blank.

The young man in the blue shirt stood with his head down, his eyes fixed on his hands, and he put his hands together in front of his chest, dancing lightly with his ten fingers, each finger contained a slight change, and the ten fingers danced again and again, unexpectedly it was exactly the same as the handprint Sima Jin had made earlier.Not long after, An Bochen had pinched more than half of it, but going down, it took a long time to think about the changes of each finger. It took a whole stick of incense time, and An Bochen imitated [-]%, and the remaining [-]% In his mind, Ke Luoyu seemed to encounter a huge resistance in his hand, and he couldn't squeeze it out.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, An Bochen was frustrated and shook his head secretly, saying that he was not talented enough to imitate all of them.

But he didn't know that the girl on the opposite side couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear at this time, and there was an uproar in her heart, one after another, which was difficult to calm down.

Could it be that this little servant boy who was picked up by me is really a once-in-a-century genius?

Looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin felt inexplicable.

She is one of the most talented children of the Sima Clan. She went to visit her ancestors when she was nine years old, and she also had this trial. At that time, she imitated [-]% of her kung fu in less than a stick of incense, which shocked the audience. Her ancestors were so blue-eyed, and everyone in the clan praised her, and they knew that the female grandmaster of the Sima clan had successors.

But the young man in front of him seemed to be a bit more genius than himself. The trial just now seemed simple, it was just an imitation of finger changes, but it was not.No matter how rough the mudra is, there are at least ninety kinds of changes. Each finger changes by the number of nine, ten fingers equals ninety, and it advances layer by layer, superimposing and evolving each other. There are at least three hundred kinds of changes in one move. , if you don't grasp the rules and morals, how can you make them exactly the same?

He hadn't even read the incantation, and An Bochen obviously didn't understand the meaning of each finger change, so there was only one change that might be nearly three hundred. He only glanced at it and remembered it in his heart.

Although rote memorization is inferior, it is not a shortcut to cultivation. There are several master-level monks in the world who were only scholars before entering the Tao. Train their memory to the extreme, even if they can't comprehend it for a while, as long as they remember it first, they can get started one step faster than others.

Looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin's eyes flickered, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth for a while.

Could it be that the pearl covered in dust that was said by Xicheng that day will be fulfilled so soon?Forget it, if he is really a bright pearl, sooner or later he will shine brightly one day, if it is just a coincidence, after this play is over, he can also go back to be a rich man.

"Xiao Anzi, this is the spell of the fire dragon transformation."

An Bochen was frowning, when he saw a paper bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake flying towards him, with a dozen or so lines of words densely written on it.

"If you want to sacrifice Taoism, you must first use the spell to summon the civil and military fire in your body. , use the changes in the mudra to integrate it, and when the mantra and mudra are finished, it will be done."

After thinking about it, Sima Jin continued.

"Although reciting mantras in handprints can be memorized by rote, if you can't really grasp the meaning of the mantra and the mystery of this spell, even if you can barely sacrifice the Taoism, it will only be superficial. In the final analysis, this way The Dharma needs to be comprehended, practice is up to the individual, and you should comprehend this mantra."

If it were any other practitioner who taught his disciples how to practice, he would hold an ancient book about the exercises and describe them word by word, which was obscure and boring.There are about twenty pages of the Fire Dragon Transformation alone, but it was outlined by Sima Jin and explained clearly in a few words. If those practitioners knew about it, they would definitely denounce it as deviant. .

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen, who was chanting the mantra silently. The young man's hair was blowing slowly in the breeze. He was usually taciturn and low-key, but now he was chanting the mantra, concentrating on it, and his whole body was radiant. There was an inexplicable aura that was indescribable.

After reading it once, An Bochen could remember most of the difficult and profound words and sentences, but he couldn't understand them.

Those sentences are very strange, made up of individual words, without any connection between each other, let alone any meaning, but they can be carried on with each other, and the contradictions are reasonable.

After reading it back and forth three or four times, but still not knowing what to say, An Bochen's heart became anxious, and his expression fell into Sima Jin's eyes.

"Little Anzi, that's not how you comprehend the spell, you have to use your heart."

Carefully...

An Bochen nodded thoughtfully, recited the spell twice more, forced the spell, then closed his eyes, still haunted by the spell, no obsessions in his mind anymore, and his consciousness gradually changed I had to slow down, all I could think about was the spell of Fire Dragon Transformation.

When An Bochen opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged on a high mountain and flowing water.

The sky is high and far away, the clouds are light and the wind is light, the surrounding mountains are continuous, the canyons are meandering, and the water is mighty, heading straight to the far sky.

For no reason, An Bochen felt a trace of unexplained joy in his heart. It was hazy, but he couldn't help it. It was like the sun hidden in the depths of the clouds, with little halos scattered on his cheeks, carrying a faint warmth.

Looking up, An Bochen saw three large characters of Immortal Mansion engraved on the opposite cliff.

"The Immortal Mansion asks the Immortals, looking forward to your arrival from day to night. It's been a long time, Layman."

There was a slight laugh in his ear, and An Bochen looked back, and saw a charming woman and a red-haired boy walking towards him with a smile.

"You two, long time no see."

When the old friends met each other, An Bochen was so happy that he got up to greet him.

"The layman has been away for nearly twenty years, and I want to kill Yan'er."

The red-haired boy respectfully saluted Amber Chen, his face full of unconcealable joy.

"20 years..."

An Bochen felt a little strange, but he couldn't say what was strange, so he heard the beautiful woman speak.

"Twenty years are short for a layman, but for us, it is a long and hard time. Besides, the layman has completely forgotten me and never called me in these 20 years."

The God of Water let out a coquettish voice, walked straight to An Bochen's side, looked at it for a while, shook his head and said.

"Young people don't think that day and night are too short. Ten years of success will be done in the day and night. I also hope that laymen will not disappoint our expectations."

Hearing this, An Bochen's heart tightened, and he couldn't help saying seriously.

"Miss Shui's words are very true. In the past 20 years, Bochen has been busy with other affairs, but he didn't think about the two of them. It's really a crime."

"Chuckles..."

Looking at the serious An Bochen, the Water God Lord covered his mouth and smiled, took An Bochen's arm, and embraced him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Don't blame the layman, it's just that it's very difficult for the layman to come once, and each time he can only stay for a few days at most. Shui'er misses the layman, so he can't choose what to say just now. Hehe,