Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

"I still remember when my father was eight years old, there were not so many high-rise buildings in the outside world, and the world was chaotic, so my father was homeless. At that time, this theater took him in."

The old man took the lead and walked in the front, his tone was full of nostalgia and a little sad: "War, it's really not a good thing."

"Dad has always been very grateful to the director of the theater at that time, but Dad finally left the theater and never went back."

Dad looked at Chinatown and fell silent for a while.

"Did something happen? I learned that period of history, it's not good." Xiaoyu asked after thinking about it.

"Wars are never purely man-made disasters, there are also some monsters resurrected." The old man shook his head, his tone a little melancholy: "That is a goat-eating beast that feeds on people, and in their mouth people are two-legged sheep. "

"At that time, my father separated from the theater because of the goat-eating beast. In that era of underdeveloped communications, my father searched for the theater for a long time but failed to find it."

Uncle's account seems to bring everyone back to the chaos of his youth.

There, people fight with people, people fight with demons, and people fight with ghosts. In short, the whole world is in chaos.

Dad was lucky to survive the turmoil because he learned low-level wall-penetrating potions from the theater.

He traveled around in that era, witnessed too many things, and the sense of powerlessness always surrounded him.

The era of monsters, ghosts, cholera, and the human race going crazy has lasted for nearly 20 years.

Over the years, my father has been trying his best to save the Chinese people he can see, but he still can't change anything. What should be devastated is still devastated.

"Until the chaos that lasted nearly 30 years ended, Dad also grew from a child to middle age." Dad said as the heaviness on his face dissipated a little: "Fortunately, that theater has been preserved, and the core magic of the theater It has helped us a lot.”

"Then why didn't daddy go back?" Xiaoyu frowned, as if she couldn't imagine the confusion, she asked with some doubts.

Luo Qing and Chen Long also looked over. He really seldom talked about Dad's past, so...is it so heavy?

The look of reminiscence in Dad's eyes became more and more intense: "Dad met Dad's master, he is a very powerful mage, he said that Dad's talent is very good, would you like to learn magic with him?"

"Dad witnessed too many things at that time, and it was also the time when he was most thirsty for power. Dad always wondered, if Dad had enough power at that time, would he not have to die so many people? Would he be able to eliminate those people? Monster."

"So the father agreed, and after writing a letter to the theater, the father followed the master to Mount Tai."

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Chapter 149 Old Haha and the Beetle

"After 20 years of study, Dad has changed from an ordinary person to a mage, but Dad's teacher, forget it, let's not talk about it, it's all over."

Dad was a little bit disappointed, but looking at the entrance of the theater in the distance, a bald old man with white eyebrows, wearing a red-gold robe and a kind face, still showed a smile on his face.

"Look, this is Dad's friend, Mr. Wen, follow Dad up and say hello." Dad said gently, and walked over there quickly.

Mr. Wen seemed to have noticed this too, his eyes covered by his eyebrows slowly opened wide, and he looked at his father carefully.

After a long time, a sincere smile appeared on his face, and he said happily and loudly: "Long time no see, old haha! You still don't seem to have changed much."

"Old haha?"

Xiaoyu, who was a little sad in the story, paused, stared at her father and then at Mr. Wen with wide eyes, a little unbelievable.

The old man paused, the smile on his face faded slightly, he glanced at Mr. Wen, and said lightly: "I haven't seen you in 60 years, and your mouth is still so bad, beetle!"

"Beetle."

Xiaoyu exclaimed again, but was pulled by Luo Qing, and she didn't say it completely.

She glanced at Luo Qing and wanted to say something, but then thought of the dark history just now, and turned her head away from him decisively. She hated friends who had no sense of boundaries.

Luo Qing paused, and said in a low voice: "This may be a nickname among their friends, and the younger generation will be scolded for calling it."

Xiaoyu paused, didn't speak, and acted as if I couldn't hear me.

Luo Qing was helpless, so she stood beside Xiaoyu and stopped talking, and coaxed her later when she was quieter.

Mr. Wen's smile was slightly restrained at the moment, and he looked at his father and said with a smirk: "You haven't forgotten, old haha, but you are still so stingy."

"Who would forget that there are two caterpillars on top of a marinated egg?" Dad said lightly.

The two completely lost their smiles and looked at each other, the atmosphere was a little depressed for a while.

Xiaoyu looked around, and finally couldn't help but asked Luo Qing: "Aren't they friends? Why is there such an atmosphere?"

Luo Qing raised his eyebrows, knowing that you couldn't help it, he lowered his voice and said, "It's true that they are friends, they are not angry, otherwise why wouldn't daddy not even say oops?"

Xiaoyu was thoughtful, and before it could ask anything, a burst of hearty laughter instantly broke the oppressive atmosphere.

"Hahaha, you haven't changed at all, Tianniu Chong. Let me introduce you. These are my nephew Chen Long, my grandniece Xiaoyu, my apprentice Tru, and my grandniece's friend Luo Qing." The old man said gently. Introduced.

"Hahaha, old haha, my family members are preparing the sacred stage, you can see it later, just like before!" Mr. Wen also said gently.

It's just that there was something wrong with the way he looked at Tru, but he didn't say anything. He turned his head to look at the old man, and the eyes of the two were full of memories.

"Let's go, let's enter first, and the drama will start after lunch." Mr. Wen turned around and led everyone to the theater, his tone full of emotion: "We haven't seen each other for 60 years."

"Dad, think about it. To be precise, it was 63 years. At that time, it seemed to be [-]. At that time, Dad was only ten years old." Dad was also full of emotion, but his tone was cheerful. There are four great joys in life, and meeting old friends in a foreign land .

"Yeah, war takes away a lot of things, it can separate friends, and it can also break mountains and rivers." Mr. Wen opened the door, and after everyone entered it, he asked: "But what I don't understand is , It's been so long, why don't you want to come back and take a look?"

The old man sighed: "Oh, at that time, the old man thought that his behavior was shameless to face the sacred stage."

"You know, we miss you very much, and no one will blame you." Mr. Wen said that several people had already arrived in a living room, pouring tea for everyone.

"But Dad was thinking different things at the time. When Dad really found his mission, it was too late." Dad took the gift box from Trudeau and put it on the table: "This is the gift box of the old man. A little tea from my father is something from my hometown."

Mr. Wen looked at his father for a long time, and he sighed: "You have changed."

The old man paused, his eyes lowered slightly behind the reading glasses: "It's because the mission has changed, but"

Mr. Wen was silent, and the aroma of hot tea gradually diffused in the living room, which also brought back some different thoughts.

"Let's not talk about that, I still remember when you played the clown in the play, how is it, are you interested in the next performance?" Mr. Wen sorted out his thoughts and asked with a smile.

The old man was taken aback, then shook his head: "Opera is sacred. When the old man is old, young people are more professional."

"It's not like you, old haha. I still remember when we trained together, you tied your feet with a rope when you stood upside down, and you can always save a lap cleverly when you run, but you are still the best when you are acting. Have you accepted your fate?" Mr. Wen's words were full of memories.

Back then, this old guy was the most capable of cheating and cheating, but he was better than others in everything, no matter how angry he was, it was useless.

"That's Dad's extraordinary talent." Dad raised his head slightly, looking proud.

"You are thick-skinned, you have not changed at all, oh, no, you are also good at it." Mr. Wen teased.

"Oh~ daddy is just telling the truth, you are slandering daddy." Dad said dissatisfied, but his eyes were full of joy.

"I can remember the miserable appearance of someone caught by the class leader for being lazy"

"Oh, it's my dad who practiced it himself. What does it have to do with the class leader? It's not like you just eat one meal a day because you can't learn, or dad gave you his own meal, so you didn't starve to death!"

"Are you going to expose each other? Back then."

Listening to the nagging of the two old men, and starting to reveal their shortcomings crazily, Xiaoyu's eyes gradually changed from enthusiasm to boredom.

She looked at the fascinated three people and was a little speechless. What's so good about this?It's not as fun as playing games at home.

After thinking about it, although she was a little reluctant, she still tugged on Luo Qing's clothes beside her.

Luo Qing came back to her senses, and looked away at Xiaoyu with some reluctance.

God knows, Dad was no more prudent than Xiaoyu when he was a child. No, he was even skinnier than Xiaoyu. He secretly hid the troupe's clothes, which caused the troupe to search for clothes for half an hour the next day, and finally caused a troupe of children to be punished for extra training. Can do all kinds of things, outrageous.

"How about we go and have a look at the back? It's so boring here." Xiaoyu asked in a low voice.

Luo Qing glanced at Mr. Wen with some reluctance. He was talking about the chick hatching on the spot when his father was laying eggs on the tip of his nose.

But Xiaoyu is giving herself a step up, and after picking up what happened in the morning, she will let it go.

After weighing the old man's privacy and the girl's friendship, Luo Qing decisively chose the latter: "Let's go."

A smile appeared on Xiaoyu's face, and she waved her hand, but she didn't say hello to Chen Long and the others, and slipped out silently.

Luo Qing walked up to Chen Long and said in a low voice, "Uncle Long, I'll go out and be back later."

Chen Long nodded and replied in a low voice: "Be careful."

Luo Qing glanced again reluctantly, and Mr. Wen, who was so short that his father was spanked because of his skin, turned around and walked out of the living room quickly.

Xiaoyu looked around, and when she heard footsteps behind, she said decisively: "Come this way, follow me, I have a hunch that there must be something interesting in this theater."

"Um, what's so interesting about this?" Luo Qing paused suddenly as he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, a smile appeared on his face, followed Xiaoyu, and said in a low voice: "It seems that there is indeed something interesting."

Xiaoyu paused and asked curiously, "What's so fun?"

The little water on Luo Qing's body turned into a stream of water and quickly wandered away. Luo Qing followed Xiao Shui to the front and said in a low voice, "It's you and me this time."

Xiaoyu nodded, and followed Luo Qing enthusiastically. She just felt bored and wanted to come out to play. If she didn't have fun, she would go for a stroll. Of course, having fun is the best.

The two of them shuttled through the theater without the lights on, and Luo Qing's footsteps became lighter and lighter, almost to nothing.

Under the rendering of the atmosphere, Xiaoyu's footsteps also slowly disappeared, and the two came to a door like ghosts.

Xiaoyu was a little puzzled, what fun could there be?

The faint Chinese voice came, Luo Qing pointed to the door, and then moved his ear closer.

Although Xiaoyu was puzzled, she slowly followed Luo Qing's movements and listened inside.

For a while, the dark corridor was extremely quiet, and the conversation inside the door could be heard clearly.

"The goods are not finished, really, I don't know what the supervisor thinks."

"Stop nagging, foreign countries are also very good, the value of the things here is not lower than domestic ones, even domestic high-quality goods?"

"How do you know? We just arrived yesterday."

"Look at the news. Although the United States has no history, it can be robbed. The prices of cultural relics from all over the world are not low on the dark web."

"We have to stay for another week, so we can go to see the terrain after the performance at night?"

"Look at the terrain, what kind of background can the United States have? Isn't it just relying on a few guns? Are you afraid of that thing?"

"Uh, okay, I'll listen to you, but should we stop? It's a theater after all."

"Wait a little longer! All the items in the American Museum were snatched, and we sold them on the dark web in Huaguo, so they can be regarded as returned to their original owners."

"That's right. I'm tired of playing the same drama every day. Let's leave when we have money."

"Up to you, but"

The conversation gradually turned to the theater itself, and Xiaoyu stared at Luo Qing with wide-eyed eyes full of disbelief.

These people are actually discussing theft?