Chinese students at Hogwarts

On the spacious training ground, both father and son changed into light training clothes and stood facing each other. Li Qingshu followed her son's habit and set up a table on the sidelines, drinking tea and watching the excitement.

Zhang Chengdao had his hands behind his back, and the morning breeze brought a bit of coolness across the square, causing his hair and clothes to rise and fall gently. His whole person was natural and had a different charm.

"Son, have you used the "Golden Book and Jade Book"? Dad didn't put too many things in it. That's because he only laid the foundation in the first year.

Let me ask you now, what is a Taoist priest? "

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

"When people walk on the Dao, their body and mind are in order. They only follow the Dao and do things according to the Dao, so they are called Taoists."

Zhang Chengdao nodded approvingly:

"Yes, that's right."

Zhang Xiao hurriedly asked a somewhat unclear question:

"Dad, what's the difference between us and Taoism?"

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

Here he comes again, here he comes again, he asks vague questions about everything, and when he asks more about Shilu and Longhu Mountain, Zhang Xiao silently complains a few words and has no choice but to press the question back.

Zhang Chengdao was also a little embarrassed and coughed twice:

"You don't blame dad for not telling you. Your grandpa issued a formal gag order. I can't violate it. Okay, okay, let's start class first."

He thought for a while and waved directly to Zhang Xiao, "Words are worse than words. You attack me first with all the means you can. Don't worry about hurting me."

Zhang Xiao took a few steps back, pulled away, and touched his waist with his fingers. The wand fell into his palm smoothly. At the moment of drawing the wand, he whispered a spell:

"Collapse!"

A crimson curse pierced the air and rushed towards Zhang Chengdao.

Zhang Chengdao was startled and said with a smile:

"Hey, that's good. I can lower my voice now. Many of the dark wizards I fought were chanting curses at the top of their lungs."

Zhang Xiao remained silent, the wand in his hand trembled, and he sent out a few more 'whispering spells', and a few beams of light that looked like horses struck him fiercely.

Then

I saw Zhang Chengdao's body surface suddenly rising with extremely pure golden light, and the few magic spells hitting it were like water lines shot from a water gun hitting a blazing bonfire.

It made a few dull sounds and then dissipated.

Zhang Xiao was not surprised. As early as when he was testing the body armor, he had vaguely guessed that the golden light for body protection taught by his father was the theoretically best "curse-proof vest"!

The wand was waving faster and faster, and spells were flying across the sky, but Zhang Chengdao was like a pillar made of steel, unable to shake at all.

Until the end, Zhang Xiao stopped panting. Even if you can resist the curse, is this too much? As long as there are enough, they should be able to break through, right?

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

Of course I can’t figure it out! ! !

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

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

But the more powerful the Taoist method is, the more it needs the cooperation of the altar. Even for the most powerful Five Thunder Zhengfa, there is a huge difference in power between those with the altar and those without it.

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 was high, what could be more convenient than holding a stick and just pointing?

"Of course the seniors also understood this flaw, so they supplemented it with talismans and the most important golden light spell."

Zhang Chengdao's voice became serious:

"The Golden Light Curse is not a curse, but a special thing produced by cultivating life itself. Simply pursuing the power of the golden light is to sacrifice the original and seek the last.

The appearance of golden light is just a manifestation of your own "exhaustion of rationality and unity of mind and body". In other words, the stronger your cultivation of your own life, the stronger the golden light will be.

Remember remember. "

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

Zhang Xiao first kept his father's teachings in mind, and then asked curiously.

"Weakness is definitely weak. If it were some of your professors, I would never be so forceful.

Moreover, the golden light spell left by the predecessors is not a golden bell to make you a target.

The most important thing is that your spells are all binding spells, focusing on control and not killing.

If it were replaced by some black magic or killing-based spells, I definitely wouldn't be so relaxed. "

No wonder so many people pursue black magic, it’s really strong!

So how should I fight? Do you want to learn the Taoist fighting style like your father, or do you like Dumbledore, who mainly uses magic spells?

After Zhang Chengdao hesitated for a while, he still said with a wry smile:

"Son, actually, even my father doesn't know how to take your path. After all, due to conceptual issues, no one has ever practiced magic and magic without any foundation.

After I came to the West, I also learned a lot about wizards, but the things I learned since childhood were deeply ingrained and I couldn't integrate the two things well.

So you are a lone traveler on this road.

It’s up to you to explore how to integrate the two different paths and find the way that suits you best.

What your father teaches you can only be used as a reference. "

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

I don’t know why the old master wanted to break the ban passed down for thousands of years and let his grandson come to the West.

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

All he can do is to do his best to pass on his insights and thoughts to Zhang Xiao without reservation.

A lonely traveler on a road that has never been seen before?

It seems interesting?

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

Fusion, he was the best at it, especially since he had read countless stitching novels and stitching games in his previous life, so he was not too familiar with it.

After waiting for Zhang Xiao to digest for a while, Zhang Chengdao stood up again, pulled out an Eight-sided Han Sword from the weapon rack next to him, and held a beautiful sword flower on his arm.

"In addition to the magic weapons, our Taoist sect also has a very important thing, which is the art of fighting. Some mountain spirits and ghosts are very good at hand-to-hand combat.

Sometimes their speed is so fast that you don't have time to perform the technique. At this time, you have to use hand-to-hand combat skills.

That’s the move! "

Zhang Chengdao neatly demonstrated a set of sword techniques, as graceful as a startling giant and graceful as a swimming dragon, which was really beautiful.

Li Qingshu and Zhang Xiao applauded vigorously together.

"Moves are a special force-generating technique and a way of coping. They are not the martial arts in martial arts novels.

It allows your body to remember this action by practicing fixed moves. When you encounter an attack, you can make the most appropriate response faster than you think.

The more superior the moves, the more situations it can handle. For example, the Wudang lineage in our Taoist sect has extremely high attainments in this area. "

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

The most famous statement is:

"You can't fight in Chuanwu. Why can't those who can fight come out and take a few steps?"

According to my dad, the moves are actually to practice the fixed routine until it becomes instinctive. Then when the opponent hits you, your body has already counterattacked according to the routine before your brain can react?

It seems reasonable?

So Chuanwu's moves are wrong, or what happened?

Zhang Xiao suddenly thought of Gryffindor's sword, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.

Could it be that hand-to-hand combat was popular in the wizarding world before?

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