Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 197 Master Fang (big chapter)
The silence continued.

The scarlet flame under Orr's hood kept jumping. It was thinking about everything the boy in front of him said just now.
Something is wrong with this process.

Auer looked up slightly at the God of Order chain that disappeared beside Luo Qing's hand, and the fire of his soul became more and more raging.

According to records, the mediation of the saints is generally divided into several steps.

The first is to show your identity directly in front of you, and the second is to let you act according to their ideas. After listening, everything will be fine and nothing will happen.

If you don’t listen, then you will ask someone to beat up the disobedient ones, and you will be asked to pay for their lost wages, saying that the beatings delayed their time, and in the end you can still pay the conditions they first stated. work.

It also doesn't persuade this one, this saint. Something's wrong.

Luo Qing was not in a hurry, and stood still when he was 20 meters away from the necromancer. He tossed it lightly, and the power of the evil spirit slowly floated in front of the dazed Orr with the golden contract.

Luo Qing's tone is still gentle: "You can take a look at the content of the contract. This contract is signed with order. You just need to confirm that there will be no test for the restoration of order. Mr. Auer can 100% become an order saint."

Orr fumbled for the necromancer, the scarlet soul fire began to fluctuate violently again, but his eyes unconsciously looked at the golden contract.

He suddenly thought of something, looked at Luo Qing and asked with some doubts: "According to the records, the color of the contract represents the degree of trustworthiness, and gold has the best reputation, yellow is the color that only saints of order can use, and why did your contract just now The contract is orange? That seems to represent the verge of breaking the contract at any time."

The gentleness on Luo Qing's face froze, otherwise why would he suddenly change the contract?Order is a real dog, even one's own people have to be marked, is it so impartial?

Thinking about these things, Luo Qing raised his hand, and the Destroyer appeared beside him, staring at Orr silently.

Before the necromancer could make any move, Luo Qing said flatly, "I made this thing."

Orr: .
Its soul fire flickered frantically, and its unrest could be felt from the frequency. After all, being stared at by the Destroyer was really not that pleasant.

But fortunately, Luo Qing made the Destroyer disappear into the void before it reacted too aggressively.

Luo Qing spread his hands helplessly: "This thing is a little bit fierce, so Order has lowered my reputation a little bit, but it's not a big problem, let's talk about your choice."

Orr was silent. It looked at the golden contract in front of it, and then at the calm Luo Qing. After a long time, it seemed to figure out the key point. It shook its head slightly: "I belong to the undead, not the order."

Luo Qing was not surprised, and gentleness reappeared on his face: "This is not a conflict. Necromancers can have necromancers. It is the hometown of all the dead, but order can be any creature, including the dead."

"You can think about it, the saints of order in the whole world help you find the Necromancer World and help you restore the Necromancer World. Isn't it more hopeful than you, a mage, searching aimlessly?"

Orr was silent. It didn't like to talk. In other words, there were no necromancers who liked to talk. The fate of the lone star of the evil spirit had already doomed them to be withdrawn.

It just looked at Luo Qing, and the slowly calming soul fire showed its attitude.

Luo Qing sighed, and said gently: "Mr. Auer, you know, the current balance is not as stable as you imagined, before the upper limit of the balance returns to the root, it is impossible for a large plane to recover, unless you You can destroy the shadows and let the undead replace them, but can you?"

The fire of soul in Auer's eyes flickered again for a while before slowly shaking his head: "Shards are also fine, first make the king, and then find a way."

Luo Qing moved a little closer again, and he could vaguely see something from under Orr's hood. This was a very dangerous distance, at least for the Necromancer.

But Orr didn't expel the boy in front of him, because the scarlet flames in its eyes told it that none of the saint's words were deceitful, and he approached him with sincerity.

He even talked to himself on behalf of the entire group of saints of order. To be honest, Orr felt a little honored.

Because in the records, there were three roots of order. In comparison, they even crushed the entire necromancer world. If there is a war, the simple necromancers have no chance of winning.

So for the saints of order, even if the order is now in decline, it will still give some face, which is why Luo Qing dared to look down on it, but it did not turn its face directly.

"Mr. Auer, I have already explained my responsibilities to you, so please take a look at this thing." Luo Qing said gently, stretched out his hand to recall the golden contract, and pulled the orange contract out of the void with his backhand. Handed it to Orr.

Orr was silent, and did not stop the contract from approaching. After this period of buffering, it also wanted to understand the saint's intentions.

One of the two contracts must be signed, otherwise the two will have to fight, and only one can leave alive.

Although it was sure of winning, the gun and the breath of the other Saints of Order just now made it a little uncertain.

When the orange contract came before him, Orr watched silently.

【contract.

Necromancer Orr, must not destroy the existing world order, must not cause mass killings in the human race, must not cooperate with the original demons, and must not summon a large number of evil spirits in the territory of the human race.

Luo Qing, the saint of order, represents all the saints of order now, and helps Orr find and repair the world of the dead as much as possible within his limited time.

Luo Qing, the saint of order, once again represents all the saints of order now, and formally establishes friendship with Orr, the necromancer. Under the condition of not violating the heart and order, the two parties should help each other until the necromancer world is completely recovered.

Violators will be judged orderly. 】

After reading the long list of no-goods and the generous conditions offered by Luo Qing, Auer looked at Luo Qing with some confusion: "Can you represent all the saints of order?"

Luo Qing thought about the gentleness and elegance of the night doctor, and nodded decisively: "Of course, otherwise, the moment the contract is signed, I will be judged by the order. You know, except for those sixteen, no one can violate the order. So is the broken order."

Orr was silent again, and the order cannot be violated. That is because every contract is signed in the soul, which is similar to actively handing over the weak points of the soul to the order to bind. As long as it is violated, the soul will be annihilated directly.

And those sixteen, the original demons and undead gods.

They are all existences with immortal souls, which cannot be erased by the power of order, and it is also the root cause of order's inability to handle them at all.

In other words, the saint in front of him has already shown the greatest sincerity, and there is no pitfall. If he refuses again, it will be a bit impolite.

After thinking for a long time, Orr stopped groping for the 1.8-meter-long staff, and gave Luo Qing a very complicated look. It didn't expect the legendary robber to be so sincere now. All the saints of order, the Necromancer world should not be anything Is there a problem?
Under Orr's wide black sleeve robe, a bone palm was revealed. He was feeling these things in his mind, and the bone palm slowly pressed on the contract.

The vastness of order was revealed behind Luo Qing in an instant, and the orange contract slowly disappeared into nothingness. A trace of order in the depths of the two souls instantly formed, giving people a slight sense of restraint. But it disappeared quickly, as if nothing happened.

But they all know that the treaty just now has been formed, and the necromancer and the saint of order will exist as comrades-in-arms before the necromancer world is completely restored.

Auer stood up, and the throne of bones behind him quickly merged into the void. It looked at Luo Qing, the scarlet flames in its eyes slowly disappeared, and the entire facial features were hidden under the robe, which seemed a little more mysterious.

"You haven't evolved the evil spirit yet, do you need help?"

Orr's voice was hoarse, but he tried his best to imagine a soft voice in his mind, because he felt that he was the one who owed favors in this contract, so he wanted to make up for it as much as possible.

Luo Qing paused, an inexplicable wave flashed in his eyes, is this necromancer so sincere?If you carefully examine the question, it should not be possible to have such contradictory emotions.
After thinking about it, Luo Qing shook his head resolutely, and said with a smile, "No Mr. Orr, I don't want to give up my identity as a human being."

Orr nodded and fell silent. He didn't know what to say for a while. If what he said today was placed 4 years ago, it might not be able to finish it in 100 years.

Luo Qing smiled, and just about to say something, the wave of justice swept across the audience, Luo Qing and Orr turned to look north at the same time, with surprise in their eyes.

"God"

The hoarse voice revealed the source of the fluctuations, Luo Qing's eyes were serious, he looked at the sky and murmured in surprise: "This continent is guarded by God"

A gust of wind blew, kicking up some yellow sand. Under the moonlight, the lights in the distant city were lit up, as if ordinary people were confirming that they might have passed the crisis.

The solemnity in Luo Qing's eyes gradually dissipated. He didn't know what the Holy Master was planning, but now it seemed that the Holy Master was about to fail, so I hope he doesn't jump the wall in a hurry. The necromancer is not comparable to the legend of the dragon clan.

"Mr. Auer, are you interested in meeting the legendary Yuan Demon with me?" Luo Qing said suddenly, breaking his immersion in the desert.

Orr paused, and the hoarse voice was full of surprise: "Yuan Demon has recovered?"

"Yes, maybe you don't know, but I think the legend should be able to feel the breath of the disaster year. This year is the year of the dragon, the stage of the gods." Luo Qing explained with a smile.

Auer was silent for a while, as if he was feeling something. After a while, he opened his eyes and was surprised that there really was a calamity year!
"Can.."
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Monkey Valley.

In an absurd scene, the old man was lying on a rocking chair basking in the somewhat distorted scarlet sun, and sheep were playing and grazing in the distance.

Although the overall look is a bit weird, it looks peaceful and leisurely.

"Yo, so leisurely."

Suddenly, an old and peaceful voice broke the peace and startled some sheep away.

The old man who was counting the sheep paused, and shouted very dissatisfied: "Hey~ who scared away the old man's sheep?"

"You turn around and look?"

The voice continued to sound, making the old man feel familiar for a while, but the old man turned around decisively to look at the other side, and said with his back to the voice: "I don't want to watch it, my father is tired and needs to rest, there is one more thing, Dad doesn't want to know who you are now, so don't try to threaten Dad."

The voice of "Tired" murmured, and said with some emotion: "Yes, but. Tired, do you really ignore the outside? The Holy Master is already going to take away the magic power of the Holy Blood Wizard, and those knowledge reserves, It is enough for the Holy Lord to step into the legend."

"What does that have to do with dad?" Dad still didn't turn around, and shouted impatiently: "Dad just wants to be an ordinary antique shop owner, dad doesn't want to care about these things, dad is very tired, didn't you hear ?"

That voice was silent for a long time, and his voice became a little helpless: "You have changed too."

"Dad has never changed. Daddy just wants to rest. You can go." Daddy said flatly, "Dad is just an old man who is about to decay, not a hero who saves the world!"

In the distance, the sheep seemed to sense that there was no danger, and tentatively hopped this way. After realizing that there was really no danger, they resumed their leisure, hopping and frolicking on the grass.

Step on, step on.
The sound of soft footsteps came, very rhythmic and at the same time making people feel a little irritated.

The old man suddenly turned around and shouted loudly, "Oh, you didn't hear me!"

His voice stopped abruptly, and emotions such as shock, surprise, bewilderment, and disbelief appeared in Dad's eyes.

He sat up and murmured in a very complicated tone: "Master, you are here again"

In front of the father is an old man with white beard and white eyebrows, no hair, less than 1.6 meters tall, and a stooped waist.

This is the legendary Master Fang, who died at the hands of Daolong four years ago.

"I still remember when you argued with me about whether the world's magic power level should be restored. You didn't understand why there was a big cleansing after the war to wipe out all monsters and monsters. It seems that it was because of this that you left in anger, right?" Master Fang said with emotion talking.

He looked at the grotesque scene in front of him, brushed a fish that was slowly flying by, and murmured, "Isn't this world just what you dreamed of?"

Dad was stunned, he thought of 20 years ago, when his hair was still black, he was arguing endlessly with his master.

And the point of view is exactly this, Master Fang wants to continue Lopez's practice, blindly sealing dark creatures, trying to make the world's regression continue to accelerate, and even degenerate to the era of no magic.

Because only in that way, the human race can live in peace and stability like three months ago, and this world can truly belong to the human race.

But Dad's point of view is completely opposite. He advocates restoring the world. He always believes that the human race should not live without knowing anything like now. 99.99% of the human race do not even know the real history of the world.

They are protected, just like fish living in a fish tank. Although they can live in a corner, although they can live without despair, they will never be able to witness the vastness of the sea and the waves of the waves.

Ancient times, ancient times, turmoil, the sun god, Dayu, and darkness. The human race has never regressed, and even slaughtered each hostile race, and reached the position of world hegemony.

The predecessors were able to break through the siege from the era of gods and demons, why should future generations be afraid of those losers?
In Dad's mind, human beings have never been a race that needs to be kept in captivity. The human race can withstand the test of blood and fire. It has been like this before, it is like this now, and it will be like this in the future!

Obviously, no one can convince anyone of this kind of argument. When Master Fang asked Dad to go down the mountain, Dad was stunned. Maybe it was because of his heart at that time, or maybe it was something else. Went abroad and didn't come back until recently.

Thinking back to the previous scenes, Dad looked around in a daze, when was it?
When did he forget the previous philosophy?
Yes, it was the state where I had not made any progress for ten years after going down the mountain. It was also the despair when the news of the teacher's death came four years ago. I seemed to have become numb.
I already have a little understanding of the teacher's philosophy. It seems that there is nothing wrong with ordinary people. It's better than anything else if everyone is safe.

He always thought about how good it would be for the teacher to be alive. He began to subconsciously maintain the ideas that conflicted with him at the time. He began to not want the stone statue of the Holy Lord to shatter, and wanted the end of the Dharma to continue.
"Teacher me." The old man didn't have to call himself, he lowered his head and murmured a little bit, not knowing what to say.

Master Fang showed kindness on his face. He patted his father on the shoulder, and said with a hint of pride in his tone, "I've been looking at you, and you make me feel proud."

Daddy was startled, raised his head, then lowered his head, looked at the lawn and murmured: "I don't deserve your pride."

"How could it be? The Holy Master, the Lich, the Mirror God, and the little devil dragon. All the demons have been revived. Which time did you not rush to the front?" Master Fang said gently.

"You are the best one. No one is perfect. People's ideas are always changing."

Master Fang said with emotion: "The changes in the world have proved that you were the right one, and I am always old."

Dad raised his head abruptly, and looked at Master Fang in disbelief. He actually heard his teacher admit his mistake?

But then he shook his head: "No, teacher, I was wrong. World peace is really good. I have experienced wars, but I still stubbornly feel that human beings are willing to go through blood and fire. This is my selfishness. If I didn't go."

"It's not your fault." Master Fang shook his head lightly, interrupting his father's words: "I remember I told you in your dream last time that I died voluntarily, otherwise, even if Daolong It's tricky, but I can walk away and not die at his hands."

"It really is Daolong." The old man murmured, his eyes were very complicated, he thought of Luo Qing, if the hatred continues
Master Fang was startled, then smiled helplessly. Behind him, a stone chair appeared, and in front of him appeared a stone table, a stone tablet, and the scent of tea.

"Sit down, do you want to hear the origin of my concept of pursuing the era without demons?" Master Fang asked gently.

The old man was stunned, and sat opposite Master Fang, muttering and repeating: "Why?"

"Yes, the origin." Master Fang raised his hand, and a teapot appeared, and the fragrance of green tea began to spread in this weird world, making the surrounding sheep eager to try it, as if they also wanted to taste the taste of tea.

"When I was very young, um. It should be around 13 years old. At that time, my master was your master."

Master Fang fell into deep thought, and slowly began to narrate: "At that time, Mount Tai was still the number one holy place for practice in the world, and your master was going to carry out a worldwide cleansing to clean up some evil spirits and monsters that had spawned. Also re-strengthen the seals everywhere."

"At the level of magic power at that time, your master was number one in the world, and this kind of cleaning is unstoppable."

"However, he said that I was too young and didn't take me with him. He just opened the Library Pavilion to me. What did he say? He will inspect it when he comes back."

Master Fang smiled, took a sip of tea and said, "We actually collected a lot of books in the Taishan lineage, and I found something in the collection that surprised me, and that thing made me have this goal. "

"What?" Dad couldn't help asking.

Master Fang put down his teacup, and said with a little admiration in his eyes: "Lopei's autobiography!"

"Lopei's autobiography," the old man muttered, raising his head in a confused tone: "If I remember correctly, I also saw that autobiography when you were still there, and it's nothing special."

Master Fang looked at his father, smiled and said, "I know, so I let you go down the mountain."

The old man was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "Why?"

"Your master can see it, and I can see it, but you can't see it. This shows that Lopei's plan didn't plan to reach your generation, so you don't need to understand."

Master Fang was also a little confused when he said: "It's just that everything is moving forward steadily, but after this disaster, everything has changed, and the saints of order have actually begun to recover."

Dad looked at Master Fang and was a little stunned. Why didn't he understand all of a sudden?What arrangement?
As if feeling the old man's doubts, Master Fang came back to his senses, and described in a gentle tone:

"The autobiography is actually nothing magical. The only difference is a rune left by Lopez. In that rune, the great layout of this saint is hidden."

"Lopei is a great person. At that time, he was the steward of the Holy Lord and managed the Kingdom of the Holy Lord, but it was also because of this that he actually had very little time to learn magic."

"Originally, everything should have developed steadily like this. The evil dragon has always occupied the world, but a bloodline called a saint warrior was awakened in Lopez, who was still a housekeeper at the time."

"This power is full of hope, and it is very special. Lopez secretly accumulated power, and while the Holy Lord was chasing and killing some strong men who refused to obey him, he found the targeted magic from the ancient gods."

"When the Holy Master returned to the kingdom, he was given a great gift."

"At this point, it seems to be just a story of a brave man who sealed the dragon, but Lopez came up with an idea after disintegrating the Holy Lord's empire."

Master Fang couldn't help but sipped his tea, and without waiting for his father to ask questions, he said with some admiration: "He wants all races to withdraw from the stage of history! Including the original gods and demons!"

The old man was taken aback, and there was an incredible murmur in his eyes: "How is this possible? Every time a demon disappears, a new one will appear."

Master Fang looked at his father gently, and continued to narrate:

"It seems to echo the behavior of the ancestors to clean up other races, but his thoughts should be clearer. What he wants is not a demon-free era, and what your master and I actually want is not pure demon-free."

"What we are pursuing is." A hint of pride appeared in Master Fang's eyes: "Incorporate balance into the human race!"

"Let the human race be completely bound to the world, the strong human race will make the world strong, and the weak human race will make the world weak!"

Regardless of Dad's shocking eyes, Master Fang continued to tell: "We don't know if the ancestors also thought this way, maybe Lopez also knew the plans of the ancestors, and then inherited their will."

"But what we do know is that with the balance at that time, we can't do that, so the world has to keep getting weaker."

"Only when we are weak, we may be able to enter the ideal era. At that time, it may only be the confrontation between mages and wizards, not the confrontation of races."

"That's why Lopez never had the idea of ​​sending him back to hell after turning the Holy Lord into a stone, and the eleven noble animals also became the seal of the spell, and even Lopez's own original power."

"All of this is for the Holy Master to occupy the position of the black air, so that the world will continue to weaken."

"My death is also based on this." The confusion in Master Fang's eyes appeared again:

"According to the plan, the world has indeed degenerated to a senior level, and has completely entered the age of doomsday. According to the arrangement of me and the teacher, the magic power will indeed erupt in the disaster year, but then it should continue to weaken. Even in recent years, the human race It should be able to carry black energy, such as Daolong."

"What's the problem?"

The low-pitched murmur made the shock in the old man's eyes bigger and bigger, so Master Fang is really calculating Daolong thoroughly, all this is to kick some things out of the game
At this moment, Dad deeply felt the wisdom of the ancients and the shock of this inheritance.

Wouldn't they have made it if there were no Order Saints?

"Why?" asked the old man. All the illusions around him were changing. The leisurely pastoral scene was disappearing. The sheep became books, and the grass turned into stones. It became a library.

Master Fang knew what his father was asking, and he smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? Lopei's plan did not reach your generation."

"And, according to the current results, maybe you are right. We should have found the Holy Master and sent him to hell, so that the balance of the world will move, and maybe everything will be different."

Master Fang was a little emotional: "Obviously, now Lopei's plan has failed, and you can pick up your ideals."

"Think about it now." Master Fang murmured: "You are actually right. So many times have passed, and the human race has become the hegemony of the world. Maybe the human race has never been afraid of fighting. We won before, and we will continue to win now." won."

His murmurs gradually drifted away, his figure also faded, and his father's expression changed: "Master, where are you going?"

He stretched out his hand to grab something, but found nothing. The old man stared blankly at the familiar study, and fell silent completely after listening to Master Fang's last words.

"I need to think about it, you have to give me some time, we will meet when I figure it out, so... now I have to rely on you, let me... think about it"

When Master Fang disappeared completely, the books in the library burst into green light, and a strong sense of justice erupted.

Strains of green energy poured into his body continuously, and the realm barrier that imprisoned him was crumbling in an instant, ready to step into the magister at any time.

"teacher"

Feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar energy around him, the old man was a little dazed.

His master has become a god, but now he has given him divine power. Is this going to fall into a deep sleep?

At this time, the outside world, high altitude

Xiaoyu above the clouds looked shocked at the huge monkey mountain range under his feet. It was hard to imagine that such a large stone statue was a product of thousands of years ago.

"Dad?"

Xiaoyu, who was looking at the stone statue, let out a low exclamation. She saw the Holy Lord who was sitting cross-legged and absorbing the huge black energy, and also saw the old man who was motionless with only one head sticking out.

And the father's state at this time is a little bit wrong, with his eyes closed and his head drooping, motionless, as if...
Anxiety appeared on Xiaoyu's face as she thought about it. She looked at the state of the Holy Master, and a mahogany staff appeared in her hand, and she flew down quietly.

Logically speaking, an apprentice-level approach should be sensed instantly.

But what was strange was that the Holy Master was still sitting cross-legged, and the full-level magician not far from him didn't respond either.

Xiaoyu quietly flew behind the Holy Master, raised the mahogany staff, and was about to throw it down.

But at the next moment, the Holy Lord turned his head sharply, his scarlet eyes were full of demonic energy, and he stared at Xiaoyu firmly.

Xiaoyu froze, she smiled awkwardly, "Eh, hey, I said I was passing by, do you believe me?"

The demon energy in the eyes of the Holy Master became more and more abundant, and even formed two purple-black ribbons connecting the Stone Monkey Mountain under his feet, frantically absorbing the magic power from the Holy Blood Wizard.

There was a ferocious smile on his face, and the flames in his mouth seemed to burn her to ashes with a mouthful of dragon flames at any moment.

But at this moment, Xiaoyu's staff swung down fiercely, and a powerful wave of justice erupted, instantly knocking on the head of the Holy Master.

boom!
There was a violent impact sound, and the holy master was knocked out, and the flames in his mouth were sprayed directly beside the magician.

The magician froze. He rolled his eyes under the fear of death. His movements, which had not changed at all since the fall when his father approached him, gradually softened, and he fell on top of the stone monkey.

Holy Master stabilized his figure in mid-air, anger appeared in his eyes, a little apprentice, how dare she, do you still think she is in the state of the Shadow Queen?

The Holy Lord turned around, staring at Xiaoyu with fixed eyes, the powerful aura from his body erupted again, and large swaths of golden fire clouds came in the sky, covering the bright moon and bringing a strong sense of oppression.

"You are courting death!"

As soon as the words fell, a mouthful of white dragon flames spewed out from the Holy Master's mouth without hesitation, and the scorching breath swept everything in an instant, distorting the space a little.

Fear appeared in Xiaoyu's eyes, she raised her magic staff to block in front of her, and before she could do anything to block it, she could only shout in horror: "Daddy help!"

The voice just fell.

hum~
The powerful aura of justice erupted fiercely, and the righteousness between the heaven and the earth began to gather, almost instantly defeating the flame of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Master was stunned, and turned his head. The old man who was supposed to have his hearing, vision, and voice blocked, broke free from the bondage of the stone monkey at some point, and looked at him expressionlessly.

There was spirit in those cloudy eyes, not in a deprived state.

The old man spoke slowly, his tone a little cold: "Demon, come and fight with the old man!"

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