There is an eerie old castle on an extremely steep cliff. A slightly immature male voice comes from it, with a strong sense of innocence and doubt, which is incompatible with this dark castle.
"The current world does not allow for immortality, but it depends on man-made things. The ban on me staying in the residence of the great mage in China has been triggered. He is a guy with good strength. Let's go and meet him."
In the castle, an old man with white hair, wearing a purple-black wizard's robe, holding a dead wood staff, and with a dark inscription on his forehead, spoke to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy in a rare and gentle tone.
The young man hesitated a little, and said weakly: "But Master Daolong, I don't know anything yet, why do you want to take me there?"
"Luo Qing." Daolong's wrinkled face gradually lost its gentleness, and he looked at the young man indifferently as if he was examining something.
This was the boy that Daolong discovered five years ago. At that time, he took a fancy to Luo Qing's physique at a glance. With no hope of immortality, he wanted to have a successor.
But, after five years, this guy hasn't even learned the lighting technique, and now he can't even be considered a magic apprentice.
As the disciple of the most powerful wizard in Blue Star, if it weren't for the unknown physique that attracted him in the first place, he would have cleared the door long ago, right? Not to mention that he is still so timid when he is asked to follow him to see the world.
Luo Qing shrank his neck, looking at Daolong's expressionless expression, Luo Qing silently raised his hand: "But, Master, I have a better proposal."
Daolong remained expressionless, looking at Luo Qing's timid smile, he laughed, and looked at him, as if to say: Pretend, keep pretending.
It’s been five years. If this kid lifts his butt, he can tell what this kid is trying to do. Is he pretending to be pitiful? He’s ten years old and wants to continue until he’s fifteen? I’m afraid he’s not looking for trouble.
Seeing his master, who was becoming increasingly difficult to fool, Luo Qing helplessly put away his expression. It seemed that he would have to think of a new routine in the future.
He turned around decisively and ran quickly into a compartment in the castle, making the sound of rummaging for things inside.
In less than two minutes, when Daolon became more and more impatient and was about to use magic to catch this kid, the sound of running quickly approached.
Luo Qing was panting while holding a meter-high book. After throwing the book to the ground with a bang, he supported his knees with one hand and pointed at the cover with the other hand, speechless.
Daolong frowned and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "In the past five years, Master Luo has learned no more about magic than Kung Fu. It seems that I should seriously consider expelling you from the school."
Luo Qing didn't pay attention to Daolong's venomous tongue. After all, his master was the strongest dark wizard, and he would always kill others directly. He would not say a word of nonsense. Whenever he really wanted to expel his master, he would not hesitate to do so.
Don't even think about seeing Daolon's face.
Luo Qing was panting and calmed down his breath, and then with some effort turned the book to a page with a corner folded on one side.
Seeing Daolong's face darken as he stared at the folded corner, Luo Qing couldn't help but shrink his neck and stroked the folded corner without leaving a trace. He smirked in a flattering manner and said: "Hey, Master, aren't I afraid of forgetting?
?Come, come, look here, this is it."
Daolong couldn't help but glance at this kid. He didn't know what kind of medicine this kid was selling in his gourd, but he couldn't help but put his head over curiously.
Luo Qing deliberately sounded some flattering words in his ears, making Daolong's eyes soften a little.
"Master, you see it is recorded here that there were once thousands of demon wizards. They were all immortal and powerful. Among them, the eight natural source demons were even more immortal and represented the cornerstone of the world."
Listening to this common sense, Daolong couldn't help but interrupt: "Stop talking nonsense, I found these all, do I know?"
Luo Qing choked up, but did not dare to be disrespectful to his master, and continued to describe with some complaints:
"The rest of the demon wizards have now died in the battle between gods that was originally recorded. Some of them were imprisoned in hell with the eight source demons. According to the world background you described, Master, the road to eternal life is in these eight immortal gods.
Then it slowly closed down, and finally came to this end of Dharma era.”
Seeing that Daolong's expression was getting more and more impatient, Luo Qing became more impatient: "Teacher, the world needs balance. The departure of gods and the disappearance of demons make this world continue to fall. If I mean
If we gain the power of gods or demons, can we live forever?"
Daolong didn't even think about it and scolded decisively: "Aren't you talking nonsense? Yuan·Gods and Demons originally represent immortality, but they are gods and demons, your teacher is just a person who is about to die of old age, and you are even more of a loser.
How can you, a little loser who is not even an apprentice, use to seize other people's divine power?"
Saying that, Daolong couldn't help it anymore, grabbed Luo Qing's ears, and shouted: "It's you I'm talking about. After five years of study, I can already become a master, but you can't even cast a lighting spell."
Come out, are you still here with your own whims? Do you really think I won’t expel you from the school? Ah?”
The more he talked about Daolong, the angrier he became. Listening to his good-for-nothing disciple's cry of pain, he glanced around, trying to find a handy weapon to give him a complete childhood.
"It hurts, it hurts." Luo Qing's eyes wandered, and when he saw Daolong's gaze, he felt bad, and immediately said in a very fast tone:
"Teacher, I discovered a piece of history. Once upon a time, the Demon Lord of Fire, the Source Demon, escaped and ruled the world for thousands of years. Later, he was sealed by a Saint named Lope."
"Then the Holy Lord's power was divided into twelve parts by him, each representing the power of the twelve zodiac animals. However, these powers are scattered all over the world and no one cares about them!"
The moment he shouted out this series of words, Daolong's hand holding Luo Qing's ear suddenly stopped, and his eyes looking for a stick froze.
For a moment, there was only a steaming cauldron in the main hall, which was mainly purple and blue, and there was a little sound, which meant that the picture had not been paused.
After a long time, Daolong's tone was slightly astringent: "Are you telling the truth?"
"Master, can you let go first? My ears are about to fall off." Luo Qing's weak voice sounded, which contained countless grievances. He almost got slapped. Is it easy for him?
Daolong subconsciously let go of his hand and looked at his disciple with a smile. Oh, I didn't realize it before, why did this kid suddenly become so pleasing to the eye? He is actually a little handsome.
"Xiao Qing, come and tell Master, where did you know this and what the power of the twelve zodiac signs is about? Oh, by the way, sit down first."
The fire in Daolong's eyes is undisguised. Source Demon is the most essential demon and the original demon. A little bit of power is enough to make a person ascend, or even turn into a demon, and live as long as the world.
It's not that he hasn't thought about this kind of power, but he didn't take action because it was too far away. Once he knew about it, his heart of despair for the world started beating instantly, and he kept urging him to act quickly.
Luo Qing grinned and rubbed his already red ears. Really, no kidding, his master was really cruel, and he probably even strained his ears.
Daolong was still smiling, and with a flash of black energy in his hand, a cloud of purple smoke enveloped Luo Qing's ears. Those minor injuries were instantly healed, and a set of seats appeared behind the two of them, looking friendly.
"Ahem, I've said it, how about we not go to Mount Tai?" Luo Qing felt the coolness in his ears, put down his hands, sat up behind him and crossed his legs, ready to bargain.
Daolong: Give your boy a little sunshine and you will be brilliant?
The word # appeared on his forehead, but he still kept a smile and said with gritted teeth: "Do you want to say it or not?"
Luo Qing: Damn it, you turned against me before the secret was even revealed? Do you want to show off?
Although he was complaining, Luo Qing still subconsciously sat up straight and put his feet down, looking obedient.
"I said, the page I turned to in this book was mentioned at the end, and then the fifth row of the library, the third book from the count, the eighth book, and the first book in the eighth row, you can see for yourself
, I shut up." Luo Qing finished speaking very quickly, and then looked at the ground intently.
Daolong smiled with satisfaction, this little boy is very good at this, he knows the current affairs very well, not bad, not bad.
He didn't waste any time. He waved his hand and chanted a spell: "Gan! Wen! Cui! Go get those books!"
After a burst of smoke, three figures with no white eyes and brown skin covered with dark inscriptions appeared. After a slight bow, they entered the library that was more than 300 square meters.
Luo Qing felt envious when he saw it. He was very attracted to this kind of magic that gave dark power, but it was a pity that he just couldn't learn it. This thing depends on talent, and there was nothing he could do if he didn't have it.
Slightly squinting at Daolong squatting on the ground and reading the text quickly, Luo Qing's thoughts gradually drifted away. The world of Jackie Chan's Adventures was really longing for him. Originally, he wanted to learn magic with Daolong and secretly get the spells after he became a master.
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No matter how hard I studied, I couldn't draw the magic lines well, so I could only worry. After thinking about it, if Daolong could like me who had just traveled here, there must be something that attracts Daolon. The most likely thing is the physique.
And his physique, which meant he was out of breath when moving something, might be special, so he flipped through books frantically to try to uncover the peculiarities of his physique.
However, after five full years, Mud is still a weakling, with poor kung fu and poor magic. Apart from reading a bunch of magic books, which can be called an encyclopedia of the magic world, there is no other use.
I'm really desperate. Why don't I just tell my master about the twelve talismans?
Otherwise, for a nerd like my master, it might take eight demons taking turns to stir up trouble in the world before he can discover this power.
Although we can't grab it, we have a master. When the time comes, we will take off in a few moments, right? I am his dearest disciple.
Thinking about it, Luo Qing couldn't help but smile. Looking at his master's increasingly excited expression, and looking at the three dark warriors holding three books in front of him, there was a rare hesitation in Luo Qing's eyes.
You said that because you wanted a charm, right?
"Hahahahahahaha God help me!"
The sudden laughter interrupted the hesitation in Luo Qing's eyes, and also startled him. He was accustomed to being wild with his master and subconsciously said: "Why are you laughing so loudly? You scared me."
"Gah~"
Daolong's laughter was instantly choked, and the smile on his face froze. He slowly became expressionless, and a # gradually appeared on his forehead: "Luo Qing. Who are you talking to?"
"Ahem, Master, you heard wrong." Luo Qing sweated on his forehead and patched it tremblingly: "I'm talking about what the ancient Chinese Lao Tzu said, which means, laugh well."
As he spoke, Luo Qing's voice became softer and softer, and finally he stood up and quickly ran away shouting: "Master, I was wrong, there will be no next time."
Daolong did not use magic or ask the dark warrior to help. Just like countless times in the past five years, a dead wood staff appeared in his hand and chased directly behind Luo Qing's butt. The roar echoed through the castle and scared away a group of bats.