Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 123 [Jackie Chan, your whole family knows magic? ]

San Francisco, Chinatown.

Inside Dad's Antique Shop.

The room was filled with a light scent of incense, which made people feel calm and peaceful. Although things were piled up in a mess, the light was still bright.

Yang An was sitting on a pearwood recliner that was said to be from the Qing Dynasty, reading a book on the principles of elementary spells and how to improve magic power with great interest.

Although he now lives in District 13, his personal freedom is not restricted.

Especially after he showed Sheriff Black his underground escape technique.

Sheriff Black: Jackie Chan, does your whole family know magic?
Just let it go.

The Destiny Child always gets some special privileges, such as Xiaoyu's ability to walk up the stairs.
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What's the difference between this and escaping underground?
This book benefited Yang An a lot. At least he knew the rules and methods of casting spells in this world.

in this world.

Wizards and magicians usually rely on magical instruments and potions to cast spells, which is much less convenient than Harry Potter's magic.

But it also has its own characteristics.

For example, it is said that mages are more inclined to communicate with heaven and earth, can enter people's spiritual world through dreams, make potions, and foresee the future, etc. Wizards are more inclined to potions, each of them is a master of chemistry, and can summon and communicate with dark creatures.

The differences between these two types of spellcasters are mentioned or recorded in this book.

Unfortunately, the version Yang An got was the one translated by his father, and the content was incomplete.

My father told me that the original version was an unnamed scripture that was passed down from the University of Tokyo, and later for various reasons, it was treasured in the British Museum.

This book was borrowed and copied by Jackie Chan on behalf of his father on the pretext of archaeological research.

In order to read the things left by our ancestors, we need to borrow them. How can this be justified in the world?

After Yang An knew about this, he didn't say anything on the surface, but the target of his plan to plunder the world has added another place!
The cultural relics belong to the University of Tokyo, but their predecessors failed to protect them, so as a descendant, he naturally has to take them back.

Now, he can only read the version translated by his father.

Just when Yang An was immersed in learning magic.

"Ding--"

The wind chimes hanging outside the door rang, followed by the sound of the door being pushed open.

Yang An knew it was Xiaoyu without even looking up.

Thanks to the happy education in American public schools, she finished school at around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Sometimes Yang An has malicious thoughts.

If the plot of Jackie Chan Adventures took place at Dongda University, well, Xiaoyu might not have had the chance to follow her father Jackie Chan around.

Sure enough, after the sound of the door being pushed open, there was the creaking sound of light footsteps on the floor, and my father didn't even ask if it was a guest.

“I hate school.”

Xiaoyu said loudly in anger, throwing down her schoolbag, and ran to Yang An's side. Seeing him reading a magic book, she looked envious, "It would be great if I could learn magic, too."

"There will be a chance."

Yang An raised his head, revealing his handsome face which was still pale, and said calmly.

Then, with a snap, he closed the thick handwritten book and put it away carefully.

Copying an entire book is a very troublesome job. One must learn to cherish the fruits of other people’s labor. This is why Dad thinks Yang An is not a bad boy.

——A child who knows how to cherish books and respect knowledge can’t be that bad.

"Xiaoyu, were you scolded by the teacher again?" Yang An raised his lips with a reserved smile.

If Xiaoyu is the lively and sunny 'Yang', then Yang An is the 'Yin' who is in the shade of the trees, calm and elegant, enjoying the tranquility.

"This is not."

Xiaoyu scratched her messy hair and smiled brightly at Yang An. Her hair was too thick, and even with a brief thinning it would grow out quickly and look messy like a chicken coop.

But Yang An is different. Although his hair is also thick, it is smooth, so Xiaoyu often has the urge to touch Yang An's black hair.

"But Miss Sandy said my homework failed and I needed to re-write it. I wrote it carefully, but she was targeting me!"

Xiaoyu walked around the antiques and jumped onto the high chair and sighed.

America is not fun at all, she misses home, although Hong Kong is just so-so.

"I need adventure and an exciting life. I was born to be an adventurer! Or a war correspondent, on the front line of the hail of bullets."

Xiaoyu held her chin with anticipation in her eyes.

Yang An smiled and ignored Xiaoyu's complaints. He said that it was just a child's words, so he should just listen to them and not take them seriously.

Xiaoyu's homework has always been a difficult task.

Although she was born in Hong Kong and can read and write English, there are still big differences in grammar and vocabulary between British English and American English.

Xiaoyu would be laughed at for her accent by students who were also immigrants from all over the world.

Over time, she became unwilling to study.

"I can help you check it out later, but you still have to do it yourself." Yang An said calmly.

Xiaoyu is one of the animated heroines that Yang An doesn't dislike. There is a saying that goes, when the wind is favorable, rely on Jackie Chan; when the wind is unfavorable, rely on your father; when you are in desperate situations, rely on Xiaoyu.

Although Xiaoyu is quirky and has childish characteristics, she can always give people surprises when she is needed to be reliable.

Some people don't like this kind of personality, thinking it's too individualistic and impossible to trust.

But Yang An still likes to have a teammate who can bring surprises and help turn the situation around when the situation is unfavorable.

"Really!" Xiaoyu's eyes lit up and she suddenly became energetic, "It's a deal."

At this moment, she remembered something, slapped her forehead, jumped off the chair and ran to open her schoolbag.

"By the way, you definitely don't know this news!"

"Ok?"

Yang An saw Xiaoyu running over.

She almost knocked over a Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain vase with a large belly. After she held the vase with a guilty conscience and stopped shaking it, she ran over and put a folded newspaper in front of Yang An.

"What is this?" Yang An looked at the large photo in the newspaper and raised his eyebrows.

"It's a palace! A huge palace complex!" Xiaoyu described it exaggeratedly, "It's right in Hong Kong, near my home."

"It appeared because of an earthquake yesterday. Experts say that this is a palace complex that has been sealed for a thousand years. Uncle Long will definitely love it."

Yang An smiled. He had known this news for a long time. He was the one who dragged this palace out from underground.

At this time, Dad finally came out of his study, obviously having heard what Xiaoyu said.

Wait until dad picks up the newspaper and takes a closer look.
His expression changed.

"Hey! This is definitely not an ordinary palace!"

"Of course, most people can't live in such a big house." Xiaoyu didn't take it seriously and joked, "Do you think prehistoric humans were all ten meters tall?"

"No, it's different."

Dad pushed his glasses up seriously, as if he had thought of something, then turned around and went back to the study with the newspaper in his hand.

"Dad needs to study this carefully. This may be related to the talisman! Xiaoan, hot tea!"

"Okay, teacher."

Yang An shrugged at Xiaoyu. He didn't come here to learn magic, he came here to be an apprentice.

But it’s understandable.

If you want to learn magic but don't have the systematic education of Hogwarts, the best way is to rely on the teacher's words and deeds and learn by observing as an apprentice.

Xiaoyu took over Yang An's recliner and sighed, "I wonder how Uncle Long and his friends' trip to Mexico was like. It must be fun and I want to go too."

Just as Xiaoyu was talking about her Uncle Long.

In a small town somewhere in Mexico.

The coming and going of people, vendors selling burritos, old ladies selling balloons, and tourists who came to watch the wrestling match, made the not-so-spacious but very Spanish-style stone streets packed with people.

But someone always finds a way.

A tall and strong figure like a giant easily squeezed through the crowd.

He didn't even need to push his way through the crowd, his body as tall as a mountain passed through the crowd that looked like dwarfs.

The shadow almost covered the entire street, and everyone would hide away in fear.

Whitebeard walked through the streets without looking around, not caring about people's surprised looks.

"Stay with me, kids."

His huge size also obscured the four people behind him.

In comparison, Tru, who was originally as tall as a mountain, looks like a little fat boy who has not grown up yet.

"According to reliable information, our old rival, the archaeologist Jackie Chan has also come to Mexico and is in a nearby pyramid temple." Ah Fen followed under the shadow of the white beard, one hand in his pocket, the other eating a Mexican smoothie, looking around and saying.

As you can see, red hot sauce is added to the smoothie. Although the taste is weird, it is very good and gives a magical feeling.

"Should we chase after them now?"

Lasu changed his black suit that he hadn't worn for a century and now wore a floral shirt and beach pants. He also put on the exquisite frog sunglasses that White Beard gave to his godson, and changed his hairstyle, making him look much more fashionable.

"Oh, then our trip is about to end?" Zhou continued, saying regretfully that he felt most comfortable sitting on Tru's shoulders.

Although Tru wanted to refuse, he was persuaded by Whitebeard that we are a family and should love each other.

However, as a price, Zhou bought Tru a lot of Tru's favorite snacks at Whitebeard's request.

Tru was very surprised when he received the gift. He had never said that he liked smoothies with little umbrellas, nor had he ever said that he liked honey donuts.

All in all, they really are like a family now, and they no longer object to having a new 'godfather'.

After all, Whitebeard is indeed much bigger than them.

This is true from every angle.

Perhaps this is the highest level of PUA, self-PUA.

Moreover, in Whitebeard, they felt the long-lost warmth without the presence of a criminal organization.

If Valon knew this, he would probably be furious.

Damn it! The middle and senior level cadres of the organization who have been under his command for many years are about to rebel!

Doesn't this mean that he is a complete failure as a human being?

This time when he came to Mexico, Whitebeard had no intention of looking for the bull talisman, but instead took a group of people to wander around and travel.

Afen and his friends love to slack off, feeling like they are traveling on public funds. They don’t have to worry about being blamed by the boss, because the boss doesn’t dare to mess with this man who is as tough as Mount Tai.

Whitebeard also heard the four people's discussion, "Don't worry, that person can't find the talisman."

"Why?" Ah Fen asked in confusion, then he remembered something and nervously added, "Dad?"

When Whitebeard hits someone, it really hurts.

"Gulala, because I have found it." White Beard stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"Ok?"

The four mafia members were surprised.

"Where?" Zhou asked curiously.

At this time, Whitebeard stopped, and the four people were caught off guard and almost bumped into his huge body, but fortunately they all stopped in time.

"Right here!"

As Whitebeard pointed at the wall beside his thigh, a poster of a wrestling arena came into view of the four people.

"Wrestler?" Rasu walked forward curiously and tore down the poster.

"Where is the spell?"

"Or is it behind the wall?" Tru entered working mode, narrowed his eyes, released a fierce aura, and was ready to play the role of a robber at any time.

"Fool."

Whitebeard gave Truth a slap full of fatherly love without hesitation. Only a giant like him could give Truth a slap.

Although the action was very gentle, Tru still felt like there was a big bump on his head. He was angry but dared not say anything.

"Look more carefully!" Whitebeard said in a loud voice, "Observe this guy wearing a mask. What's on his head?"

"Head?"

Tru couldn't beat Whitebeard, so he had to snatch the poster from Afen to vent his anger. He didn't care even though the poster was torn into two pieces with a ripping sound.

Sure enough, a talisman was actually stuck on the masked man’s forehead!
"I'll go grab the talisman."

Just when Tru was about to take action, he was stopped by the dissatisfied Whitebeard.

"No, robbing randomly is robbery, but we are pirates!"

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Tru looked confused. What's the difference? He's still a gangster.

"Of course."

Whitebeard patted Tru's shoulder and said proudly, "I'm going to meet him and see if he is the number one wrestler. After I win, I'll take my own spoils!"

"You mean you're going to a wrestling match? Cool!" Zhou pushed up his sunglasses and looked up excitedly at the white beard that blocked the sun.

As they walked along, many tourists were discussing how powerful the Bull Warrior was and his undefeated record. They all came for the Bull Warrior wrestler.

But Afen and the others are also very confident in the strength of Whitebeard Dad, which is unmatched in strength!
"Gulala, of course! Kids, wait for dad to return victoriously!" White Beard nodded and stroked his beard.

At this moment, an angry voice suddenly came, "What have you done!"

Everyone looked back and saw a little boy in a green sweatshirt running towards them angrily. He first raised his head and looked at the white beard who was already famous in the town with fear, and then he mustered up the courage to accuse him.

"You tore down the posters and damaged them. I pasted them on the wall bit by bit."

"Hmph, little brother, posters are meant to be torn. We tear them to give face to this Bull Warrior, do you understand?" Ah Fen said nonchalantly, bent down, and glared at the little boy with ill intent.

"I, Parker, will not be afraid of you. I have the Bull Warrior to protect me!" Although the little boy Parker had begun to be afraid, he still insisted for the sake of his idol.

"Hey, you little brat, get out of here!"

Before Zhou could roll up his sleeves and walk forward to tell the little boy to get out, he was stopped by Whitebeard.

The giant white beard slowly squatted down and looked at little Parker in front of him.

"Your name is Parker?"

"That's right!" Parker seemed to have given up and clenched his fists. "The Bull Warrior is the most powerful in the world!"

"Haha, it's okay, kid." White Beard didn't get angry, but laughed.

"Since you think the Bull Warrior is stronger, then come and see for yourself tonight. I will beat him hard in the wrestling ring!"

"Old man, you want to challenge the Bull Warrior?" Parker compared the size of the Bull Warrior and White Beard, and when he heard this, he lost confidence.

"But the Bull Warrior will definitely win."

Having said that, Parker turned around and ran away quickly. He wanted to tell the Bull Warrior the news first!

(End of this chapter)