An ancient stage play with wonderful wall-walking magic.
Looking at the actors performing on the stage, Bai Yi's memory gradually returned. Although the main theme of Night at the Opera House was two members who betrayed the troupe and used magic props to commit theft. But the troupe members are all trivial. What is really important is the troupe's
Head of the group.
In the darkness, Bai Yi's eyes crossed the stage and looked at the old man standing behind the curtain on the right side, watching the stage.
He didn't let down his guard just because the other person was an old man with grey-haired and kind-looking faces. On the contrary, because he and his father had been close friends, Bai Yi was also wary of the old man.
As for his memory, he simply ignored the fact that the two of them were just magic apprentices at the time... walking through the wall, could it be an ordinary magic trick?
With suspicious thoughts, I sat on the seat for more than an hour.
Until the end of the performance, the audience left along the aisle, while the father led Chenlong and the others to the stage that was being cleaned without saying a word. Bai Yi... Since he was not driven away, he was simply shameless
Follow the other person.
After Dad walked onto the stage and expressed his intention to the actors, an actor who was cleaning up the stage turned around and ran back behind the curtain.
After a while, an old man in old-fashioned robes walked out from behind the curtain. His bushy eyebrows were raised, and his old eyes stared for a while before he asked unconvincingly:
"Old Haha, is that you?"
"Beetle, it's me!" Dad showed a joyful smile and stepped forward to catch the other person's extended hands and hold them together.
"Sixty years have passed and you still remember my nickname!"
"Hahaha, who can forget the caterpillar on your eyebrow?"
"And your constant pranks and your talent for comedy!"
"???" Xiaoyu's suspicious eyes wandered between the two, and finally turned to look at Bai Yi and asked: "Um, are they talking about the same person?"
"I'm not sure, but I know it's best not to disturb two old people reminiscing about old times now."
Bai Yi lowered his voice, but looked calmly at the two old men on the stage who were reminiscing about the past.
Normally when old friends meet, they will have a lot to say. In addition to talking about the interesting things that happened over the years, the most satisfying thing is to introduce the younger ones and compare themselves with each other.
But my father was not in such a mood today.
After a brief meeting and chatting, he took the initiative to ask the person out. Outside the opera house, he sat down in a less noisy Chinese restaurant and started talking about the business of the trip.
"Now that I find you, the longhorned beetle, things will be much easier to handle!"
Dad held the teacup with a sad expression on his face:
"I found traces of an ancient demon, but I can't deal with it alone. I originally wanted to try it on my own, but I saw your team on the poster, so... I want to recruit you.
Views."
"Devil? You can't handle it, old Haha? So what's the use of dragging me along?"
With a doubtful expression on his face, the old man said: "Although we went up the mountain together, the time we spent together was only a short three-year apprenticeship. After that, I went to learn sleight of hand from Master Liu.
"
"The magic is okay, but the air magic... I only know some rudimentary spells. It's of no use against demons!"
"The curse is not important," Dad breathed a small sigh of relief, and then explained:
"To subdue demons, it doesn't matter how many magic spells you have mastered, or how strong you are. What I need is a helper who understands magic and can read ancient books to help me find and select magic spells. Not a warrior who can face the devil! In my familiarity
Among all the people, longhorned beetle, you are the best candidate!"
"In that case, okay, I can give it a try." The old man nicknamed Longhorn Chong nodded.
An old friend came to ask for help,
Even if it wasn't something dangerous, he could still take this opportunity to read some precious ancient books that he could only think about before, so why not do it.
As for the last sentence, he also believed that he was the best candidate.
At the beginning, everyone participated in the selection together and went to the secret realm to learn magic. Although he was not selected after the apprenticeship due to personal qualifications, he still chose to stay in the mountain and follow others because he was unwilling to leave and return to ordinary life.
Let’s learn the broken and degraded magic together.
Magic tricks.
As for his good friend, Lao Haha (Dad), his intelligence and inquiring character were valued by the then Great Master (Master Fang) and he was accepted as his last disciple.
Originally this should be a happy thing, but the final result was...
What happened in the middle process, he was not qualified as a magic apprentice. Even if he knew, it was the public news on the mountain at that time:
Dad inherited part of Master Fang's inheritance, but gave up the inheritance as Archmage. He also voluntarily left the mountain gate and could never regret it.
As for Henwujiwu, not long after Lao Haha left, his once best friend had no choice but to end his studies and leave the mountain.
If it were not for a complete break with the past,
Who is willing to leave their hometown?
Come to this land for adventure.
.......
Bai Yi, who was playing around with Xiaoyu, heard the exchange between the two old men and squinted his eyes, thinking to himself. Then he heard the exchange between the two people again.
Dad pondered for a while, and after his former friend accepted it a little, he said:
"Beetle, you have to think carefully. Joining in to deal with a demon that is about to resurrect is a very dangerous thing! He has many minions under his command, and I can't guarantee whether he will notice our attack.
The action is to take the initiative..."
"After all that, you still haven't told me which demon is going to be resurrected?"
He smiled relievedly and changed the subject.
The old friend is worried about his own safety, but rather than being safe, he wants to see the great wizards in ancient times who fought against evil and saved the world.
Anyway, I am a magician, and I don’t have the ability of those wizards/mages to use magic to extend their lives. It is enough to witness and experience it once in my lifetime!
"The Holy Lord is a demon who was sealed by the modern Saints thousands of years ago. When he was at his most exaggerated, he once ruled the earthly world together with seven other demons."
[When I saw that there were so few votes yesterday morning, I immediately picked up my knife and went out to chat with the young readers who voted or not about the philosophy of life and the philosophy of attack and acceptance. Under the careful guidance of this rabbit, they decided to change their minds. Today
Just try your best. It's pretty good... Okay, I can't make it up anymore. I'm going to attack you hard on the Internet, but how dare I go to you in real life! I can only suffer miserably and make you pitiful and pitiful - woo woo woo,
If you can’t make ends meet anymore, it’s time to put a broken bowl under the overpass to ask for votes!]