Before An Bochen could think too much, he saw Sima Jin lowering his head and muttering something. Her hand that was put on her chest changed her gestures as the spell was spelled. Her fingers danced lightly, which seemed irregular, but An Bochen calmed down and looked carefully, but he vaguely noticed a few unusual traces.

The bounce of each finger is different, and every change will not be repeated. The light dance of the ten fingers is like an antelope hanging on the horns, but it is natural, moving closely with the rhythm of the spell in Sima Jin's mouth. It was very slow at first, but it became faster and faster afterwards.

An Bochen was fully focused and looked at him. After about half a stick of incense, he felt that the air around him trembled suddenly. Although it was very slight, it was clearly captured by him.

“Duh!”

At this moment, Sima Jin raised his head, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and a low shout, and his fingers drew a circle in the air.

"roar......"

The sound of the dragon roar came, and An Bochen felt a chill on his back. Subconsciously turned around, and saw a fire dragon winding behind him, with a ferocious face.

"Is this the Fire Dragon Transformation?"

Tickling his head, Amberchen looked up and down at the little fire dragon that was only the length of his index finger, with a strange look.

Rather than a fire dragon, it is a thin snake with four legs, without dragon claws and scales. Although flames roaring towards An Bochen,... no matter how you look at it, you can't tell where it looks like a dragon.

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

Seeing An Bochen wanting to laugh but holding back, Sima Jin curled his lips, snorted coldly, and flicked his jade fingers.

The next moment, the fire dragon suddenly jumped out, and Amberchen could only catch a shadow within his eyes. In a blink of an eye, he circled around the Jade Hall, and wherever it went, both the gold dishes and the copper basin turned into ashes.

Seeing this, An Bochen was slightly shocked and looked at Sima Jin who pretended to be calm again. He couldn't help but feel respectful, but not long after, he frowned again.

"But Hongfu, it took half a stick of incense to sacrifice this magic. If an enemy attacks..."

"It's not just to let you see clearly."

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

"Okay, I said before that it takes talent to learn Taoism. The so-called talent is actually the ability to comprehend. You can try to understand mantras and handprints, see how many of them can be imitated."

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

He was in the dangerous place in Liujing and played such a dangerous and dangerous scene. I don’t know how long it will take. Therefore, when An Bochen proposed to learn Taoism, Sima Jin responded without hesitation. The two were closely related. On the same boat, if An Bochen learned a few hand skills and had the power to protect himself, it would save her a lot of thought. But that Taoism... Although she promised An Bochen to teach him Taoism and demonstrated it personally, she just wanted An Bochen to retreat.

Taoism is not like Taoism skills, and it is not easy for any practitioner to learn it easily. It not only requires Taoism, but also opportunity, and talent...

Having not swallowed half of the osmanthus cake, Sima Jin's mouth was big, and he looked at An Bochen in disbelief, his mind blank.

The young man in green shirt stood with his head down, his eyes focused on his hands, his hands folded in front of his chest, and his ten fingers danced lightly. Each finger was filled with a slight change. The ten fingers danced repeatedly, which was exactly the same as the handprint Sima Jin had pinched. Soon, An Bochen had already pinched in half, but further down, the change of each finger took a long time to think about, and it took him a full incense stick. An Bochen imitated 80%. Although the remaining 20% ​​was in his mind, it seemed to encounter a huge resistance and could not pinch it.

After wiping the sweat beads on his forehead, An Bochen felt depressed and shook his head secretly, only saying that he was not talented and could not imitate them all.

But he didn't know that the girl opposite could no longer stop at this time, and a huge uproar in his heart, one after another, it was difficult to calm down.

Could it be that I picked up this little servant boy, I am really a genius who has never met in a century?

Looking at An Bochen, Sima Jin was inexplicably feeling.

She was a talented child of the Sima family. She went to pay homage to her ancestors when she was nine years old and had also conducted this trial. At that time, she imitated 70% of the time in less than a stick of incense, which shocked the audience. The ancestors were full of eyes and people in the family praised her. There were successors to the Sima family’s female master.

But the boy in front of him seemed to be a little more genius than himself. The trial just now seemed simple, but it was just an imitation of finger changes, but it was not. No matter how superficial the handprints were, there were at least ninety changes. Each finger had nine changes, and the ten fingers were ninety. They were promoted layer by layer, superimposed and evolved. Together, there were at least three hundred ways to change one move. If you don’t master the rules and the meaning of the Tao, how could you pinch it exactly the same?

Even after not even seeing the spell, Amberchen obviously did not understand the meaning of each finger change, so there was only one possibility - he only took a look at the changes of nearly three hundred times and forced himself to remember them in his heart.

Although rote memorization is inferior, it may not be a shortcut to cultivation. There are several master-level monks in the world who were just scholars before entering the Tao. Although they entered the Tao late, they were diligent and quick. Not only because they had strong understanding ability, but also because they studied hard for more than ten years, they tempered their memory to the extreme. Even if they could not understand it for a while, as long as they could remember it first, they could get started one step faster than others.

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

Could it be that the pearl mentioned in Xicheng that day is about to be fulfilled so soon? Well, if he is really a pearl, he will sooner or later shine. If it is just a coincidence, when the play is finished, he can 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 osmanthus cake flying over, with more than ten lines of words written on it.

"If you want to sacrifice the Tao, the hand seal and the mantra that matches it are indispensable. Every word in the mantra is gem, and the fingers on the hand seal are changed, which corresponds to each other. If you want to sacrifice the Tao, you must first summon the civil and military fire in your body with the spell, and integrate it with the changes in the hand seal. When the mantra and hand seal are completed, the task will be completed."

After thinking about it, Sima Jin continued.

"Although chanting a mantra is relied on memorizing by rote memory, if you cannot truly master the meaning of the mantra and the mystery of this magic, even if you can barely sacrifice the Taoist method, it will only be just a sign. After all, this method needs to be understood. If you practice it personally, you should understand this mantra."

If other practitioners taught their disciples to practice, they would definitely hold ancient books and tell them one by one, obscure and boring. This fire dragon transformation alone would have about twenty pages, but Sima Jin summarized it and explained it clearly in a few words. If everyone knows about those practitioners, they would definitely be rebuked and rebellious. But if they do not rebellious, it would not be Sima Jin.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Sima Jin looked at An Bochen who was silently chanting the spell. The wind blew, and the young man's hair slowly drifted. He was silent and low-key in his usual days, but when he was chanting the spell, he was fully focused, and his whole body exuded an inexplicable temperament, which was indescribable.

After reading it all, An Bochen could remember most of the difficult and profound words, but he could not understand it.

Those sentences are strange, made up of single words, and have no connection with each other, let alone have any meaning, but they can be inherited from each other, but they are contradictory but natural.

After reading it back and forth three or four times, I still didn't know what it said. An Bochen felt anxious and looked like a look, and fell into Sima Jin's eyes.

"Xiao Anzi, this is not how the mantra is understood, you have to use your heart."

Carefully...

An Bochen nodded thoughtfully, recited the spell twice, forcing the spell, then closed his eyes, and the spell was still lingering in his heart. There was no longer any obsession in his mind, and his consciousness gradually became slower. All he thought about was the spell of the fire dragon transformed.

When Amberchen opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting cross-legged in a mountain flowing water.

The sky is high and the clouds are light and the wind is light. The surrounding mountains are continuous, the canyons are winding, and the water is vast, heading straight for the distant sky.

For no reason, An Bochen's heart was filled with a trace of unknown joy, hazy, but he couldn't help it, just like the sun hidden deep in the clouds, with halos scattering on his cheeks, carrying a faint warmth.

Looking up, An Bochen saw three big words of flying dragons and phoenixes engraved on the cliff opposite - Shenxian Mansion.

"I ask the gods and immortals, and I look forward to you coming every day and night. I have been missing for a long time, layman."

A faint smile came from his ears. When An Bochen looked back, the graceful woman and the red-haired boy were leaving to him with a smile.

"Two, it's been a long time since."

When old friends met, An Bochen was happy and stood up to greet him.

"The layman has been separated for nearly twenty years and I want to destroy Yan'er."

The red-haired boy respectfully gave An Bochen a big gift, with his face full of unconcealed joy.

“Twenty years…”

An Bochen felt strange, but he couldn't say anything strange, so he heard the beautiful woman speak.

"Twenty years are as short as day and night for lay people, but for us, it is very long and difficult. What's more, the lay people have forgotten me in these twenty years and never used them."

The Water God Lord said coquettishly, walked straight to Amberchen, looked at it for a while, shook his head and said.

"Young people don't think it's too short for you. Ten years of success will be done every day. I hope that the lay Buddhists will not let our expectations down."

Upon hearing this, An Bochen's heart tightened and he couldn't help but say seriously.

"Miss Water said very much. For the past twenty years, Bo Chen has been busy with his affairs and has never thought about the two of them. It is a sin."

“Geehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Looking at the serious Amber Chen, the God of Water covered his mouth and smiled, held Amber Chen's arm, and deliberately or unintentionally hugged him into his arms.

"Don't blame lay people, it's just that it's difficult for lay people to come last time. At most, they can only stay for a few days each time. Shui'er missed the lay people and spoke without saying anything. Hehe, but lay people can have this kind of encounter at a young age. Even if they can only stay for a few days each time, in the long run, they will always last for many more days than ordinary people. I hope the lay people will cherish it."
Chapter completed!