Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 150
Luo Qing's eyes were innocent (—): "No, if you hadn't pulled me out, I wouldn't have gone to investigate the theater."

Xiaoyu squinted at him, and slowly approached. When the faces of the two were less than [-] centimeters apart, Xiaoyu said softly, "I believe you for now, but remember, remember to knock on the door next time you enter my room!"

Luo Qing continued to look at her with innocent eyes (—): "I really knocked on the door, but you didn't hear it."

Xiaoyu stared at his clear and stupid eyes, gritted her teeth and said, "Then focus on the key points."

"Okay, remember." Luo Qing nodded again and again, promising.

Xiaoyu nodded in satisfaction, she stood up again and looked at the corridor behind her and asked, "Do you know what they look like? Let's go tell Uncle Long!"

"What's the use of telling Uncle Long now? They haven't stolen yet." Luo Qing asked in a low voice.

Xiaoyu's eyes lit up, she glanced at Luo Qing approvingly, and said in a low voice, "It's not bad, if you've made progress, then remember their appearance, follow them at night, and catch them!"

Luo Qing nodded again and again: "Well, that's it, let's go back."

He is still thinking about his father's dark history, such a big contrast is much more interesting than catching thieves.

Xiaoyu was a little speechless: "Why do you go back? Didn't you listen to what Dad said? There is magic in this theater, and we haven't found it yet."

Luo Qing said helplessly, "Wait for me."

He thought for a while, stretched out his hand, and a black hole appeared in front of his eyes. Luo Qing stretched his hand in to dig out, and when he retracted his hand, there was already a small box.

Xiaoyu looked at Luo Qing's hand curiously: "What is this?"

"Each theater has its own secrets, and ghosts can easily see such secrets." Luo Qing said as he opened the box, a scent of sweet-scented osmanthus was faintly visible.

Luo Qing stretched out a finger to touch it, and then poked it towards the wall. Under Xiaoyu's shocked gaze, Luo Qing's finger slowly melted into the wall.

Just plugged it in!

"This, this, how is this done? Cool!" Xiaoyu said incoherently: "I guess the material of this thing must be osmanthus."

Luo Qing smiled and handed the thing to Xiaoyu, and explained: "I took it from the room of the two people who were talking just now. This thing is called wall-penetrating paint. You only need to apply it on your face and hands, and the effect will spread all over your body."

"Cool!" Xiaoyu took the small palm-sized box with great interest, and wanted to wipe it on her face without hesitation.

But he was stopped by Luo Qing, who took out his mobile phone and showed it to Xiaoyu: "It's eleven o'clock, and we're going to have dinner soon, this thing can't escape my father's eyes."

"Eh, okay." Xiaoyu was a little disappointed. There are fun things but can't be used. This kind of thing is really too painful.

She couldn't help but cast a resentful glance at Luo Qing, and said listlessly: "Then let's go back. I'll go back after dinner and the show. I still have a manual homework to finish."

"Let's go." Luo Qing showed a smile on his face, it was not easy, and he finally had to go back.

He resolutely walked ahead to lead the way, and the two shuttled back and forth, returning to the living room in about 5 minutes.

But as soon as he entered, Luo Qing heard words he didn't want to hear.

"Okay, old haha, the reminiscence time is over, it's time to eat."

Luo Qing's high spirits disappeared all of a sudden, and she only went out for a while, so why is it coming to an end?

"Let's go, I haven't had a meal in the theater for a long time." The old man smiled and got up, and walked out with Mr. Wen.

Chen Long glanced at Xiaoyu and Luo Qing, smiled and said, "Let's go, we can watch the show after dinner."

"Good~"×2
Chen Long paused, looked at the two listless children, shook his head in doubt, turned around and followed his father.

There are a lot of people during the meal, a troupe usually has about 12 people, but Mr. Wen's troupe may have as many as [-] people because of magic.

After the lively meal, the boring rehearsal and scene arrangement followed.

During the period, although Luo Qing and Xiaoyu were a little lacklustre, they didn't say much. After all, the old man smiled all the time, never lost his temper, and even went to help occasionally.

Dad's life is also legendary, even though he is becoming more and more powerful now, fighting demons and evil spirits.

But everyone has their own good memories in their hearts. Maybe what he misses the most is the days of sneaking, raping and playing tricks?

The audience took their seats one after another, and the drums began to sound, constantly mobilizing the audience's emotions. When the gong sounded, the drama kicked off.

"This is a story about a farmer whose beautiful daughter is the apple of his eye"

Seeing Xiaoyu listless, the father began to explain in a low voice.

And Luo Qing didn't know why, the originally boring drama felt extremely interesting at this moment, and she was subconsciously addicted to it.

The old man glanced at Luo Qing with a smile on his face.

The operas of Huaguo have never been purely for people to watch. In the distant past, a drama might save a village.

Xiaoyu watched the performance on stage boredly, couldn't help but yawned, and fumbled in her pocket, trying to have some fun.

Originally, she planned to bring a game console, but unfortunately, she forgot about it after being interrupted by Luo Qing, making it so boring now.

But with the entry of magic, a person rose slowly from the ground, Xiaoyu also became a little interested, when the two people pulled out their knives and started a wonderful fight, Xiaoyu's eyes lit up instantly: "Wow, magic added Kung fu, it seems to be interesting."

There was a gentle smile on the father's face, and he looked at Tru and Chen Long who were also in good spirits. The father explained gently next to Xiaoyu: "The villain you see now is called Jin, and magic and kung fu It is the theater's ancient secret, which cannot be known by any outsider."

With the continuous deduction of the plot on the stage, the second and third people appeared out of thin air, and the father's explanation continued: "The evil ban has found a powerful ghost, and together they terrorized the farmer."

"Fack! What are these things?"

Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded, and a middle-aged blond man shouted dissatisfiedly: "I can't understand it at all, change to someone who can understand it, I want to see Miss Pirate!"

The old man paused, frowned, looked at the middle-aged man with some concern, and silently began to search for materials.

Xiaoyu, Chen Long, and Tohru also frowned in dissatisfaction, but they didn't say anything when they saw the theater staff start walking towards that person.

The drama on the field continued as the staff tried to explain things.

"Fuck, I said, I don't want to watch this, do you understand?" the foreigner shouted loudly.

Another blond young man next to him kept apologizing: "Sorry, everyone, my friend has just been cheated on, he's in a bad mood, and he just drank some wine, I'll take him away right away, right away!"

As he spoke, he tried to drag the middle-aged man away. Although the others were a little annoyed, they didn't say anything under the man's serious apology and attitude, and stepped aside one after another.

bump!
A gunshot exploded suddenly, and there was a moment of silence in the arena. Even the actors on the stage seemed to pause for a moment, but the next moment, they continued to perform according to the plot.

And the audience is already in a mess.

"I said. Change it!"

The middle-aged man gradually lost control of his emotions, pointed his gun at the stage, and yelled loudly: "Do you still want me to raise other people's children? I will go to prison right now! Now, take out all the money! Instead of robbery!"

bump!
When a bullet hit the actor's feet, the actors on the stage stopped.

"The monsters, monsters, leave, monsters, monsters, and monsters."

The whispered spell was suppressed in the rioting crowd, Chen Long, Xiaoyu, and Tru all looked at Dad, and the worry in their eyes disappeared.

Just when they were about to see the man's misfortune under the spell, Luo Qing got up violently, and a black hole appeared in front of him, and he decisively stretched his hand into it.

next moment.

A hand appeared on the neck of the middle-aged man who was still clamoring for money, and the words in his mouth stopped abruptly.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, the middle-aged man took off instantly, was lifted into the air by that hand, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground.

There was silence again in the field, and then no one cared about the man's struggle, and they all fled quickly with screams.

"Luo Qing, what are you doing?" Xiaoyu exclaimed, stood up and asked Luo Qing, who had pure white eyes.

Luo Qing paused, then slowly turned her head to look at Xiaoyu, with heavy emotions in her pure white eyes, as if she had experienced something very bad.

"The monsters, monsters, leave, monsters, monsters, and monsters."

As the old man's spell gradually came to an end, a green light instantly enveloped Luo Qing, and the whispered spell kept ringing around his ears, which also blocked the small gun's space loophole.

bump!Cough cough cough.
The middle-aged man fell from a height of four meters and hit the steps heavily. He curled up into a ball and coughed continuously. His face was full of pain and fear. He wanted to escape, but one hand was hit by the steps There is some unnatural curvature on the top, and it is impossible to climb out at all.

Chen Long and Tru frowned, and blocked Xiaoyu decisively, preventing her from looking back.

At this time, the pure white in Luo Qing's eyes gradually disappeared with the sound of the monsters leaving.

He blinked, looked around, and asked in a daze, "What happened?"

"Once the play begins, it cannot be interrupted. Dad didn't expect that man to have a gun. It's okay. Dad said hello to Mr. Wen. Let's go back first." Dad said helplessly, looking at the middle-aged man One glance, shaking his head and walking towards the panic stage, saving another life
Luo Qing was a little at a loss, ah, isn't drama this thing aimed at lower evil spirits?Why can he also fall into it?
After thinking about it carefully, Luo Qing paused suddenly, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He remembered a record that in this world drama was something after the age of gods and demons, and gradually became an art in the Mayan period.

But in the chaotic age before the Maya, theater seems to be a show dedicated to evil spirits?

The reason why it can make the evil spirits quiet, even leave after listening to the music, and not kill the villages around the troupe.

and the reason is
Luo Qing frowned and pondered, flipping through a lot of knowledge in her mind, and finally came up with two words: Feng Zheng!

(End of this chapter)