Chinese students at Hogwarts.

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 right?"

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 Kung Fu!"

"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? Seventy-two Transformations?

Does our Taoist sect still have this skill? "

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

"Really seventy-two 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 here for?"

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 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.