"Ah, it's so boring, dad, let's go back to the United States?"
On a huge cruise ship, Xiaoyu stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the ancient city going further away, and talking boredly.
The father was looking at a bloody book carefully and replied without raising his head: "No, I promised the abbot of Luode Temple to take you to Luode Temple to see it."
Xiaoyu paused, turned around, and the expression on her face became even more hopeless: "Those annoying monks? Don't you know that they have bad intentions?"
"Dad will watch you." Dad replied and stopped talking.
The more bloody books in his hand look very exquisite. This is all the magical knowledge accumulated by the Holy Blood Wizard in his life. No matter which mage gets it, he will love it, and dad is certainly no exception.
After all, although this is not as good as the Encyclopedia of Spells, it is still legendary.
"Ah, it's boring. My headphones were torn apart by dad."
Xiaoyu glanced at Wang Fan, who was chatting with Chen Long again, and complained: "I don't know when Uncle Long will be able to buy me a new one."
Luo Qing was also a little bored. He thought for a while, took out a book from the evil spirit space and read it with interest.
Then he casually took off the bone ring on his index finger and handed it to Xiaoyu: "If you're bored, fly around twice, but it's best to fly high, otherwise you will scare people."
Xiaoyu paused, then turned his head and his eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? Does Long Aotian dislike me? I can feel that it is conscious, unlike that horse."
"It's okay, it must like you very much." Luo Qing said casually and put something into Xiaoyu's hand: "If you don't believe it, ask it yourself."
Xiaoyu took it with bright eyes and threw the ring into the sky without hesitation.
Roar~
The hoarse dragon roar resounded through the night sky, and a majestic dragon suddenly descended with strong dragon power.
Wang Fan was stunned again. He looked at Bone Dragon and swallowed his saliva. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
Chen Long glanced helplessly and continued the topic: "Don't worry, I will tell dad about your matter, but I can't guarantee success."
"Okay, but now I want to ask, is this bone dragon also a product of magic?" Wang Fan glanced vaguely at Luo Qing, who was quietly reading over there, and asked Chen Long with interest.
He had wanted to ask the Mirror God just now, but he never had the opportunity. Moreover, Luo Qing's information was also sent to his computer through facial recognition. He was also very touched by this young man who had mysteriously disappeared for five years. interest.
"That's Luo Qing's thing. I don't know much about it." Chen Long was a little impatient, but etiquette still prevented him from saying anything more. He just said politely: "You can ask Luo Qing these things, I can't do it for him." Decide what.”
Wang Fan paused, and a kind smile appeared on his face again: "Okay, let's continue talking about antiques. Regarding our country's antiques, we are willing to pay the market price for recycling in Dad's antique shop. We will contact you later. "
As Wang Fan said that, he couldn't help but look at the bone dragon hovering in mid-air and lowering his head slightly to the deck.
This is the legendary dragon.
"Long Aotian, do you like your name?" Xiaoyu flew to Errona's head and asked enthusiastically.
The huge soul fire of the bone dragon flashed fiercely. It wanted to shake its head to express something, but when the young man on the deck raised his eyes, he had no choice but to lift his body.
It doesn't want to respond now, it's just a vehicle of unrequited emotion, a hateful evil spirit, one day.
Time passed quickly, and when the sky turned white, the cruise ship had already sailed along the river to the location of Huashan.
In fact, traveling in the water is not slow, and Dad and the others didn't have anything urgent to do, so they just had fun along the way.
During this period, Wang Fan got off the ship. After all, he was the manager of the Fengdu area. It was always not good to leave his post without permission.
"The scenery here is still very beautiful. It has a different style from the United States." Chen Long said with some emotion.
Wang Fan's departure made him relieved. How should I put it, even if Wang Fan was very kind and getting along with him was quite comfortable, but an official was still an official, and Chen Long was actually not that open-minded.
Luo Qing put down his book, rubbed his eyes, and said hello: "It's so early, Uncle Long, is Xiaoyu awake?"
"Not yet, have you been reading all night?" Chen Long replied, seeing Luo Qing looking a little tired, he asked in surprise. He thought Luo Qing got up early, but who would have thought that Luo Qing didn't sleep.
"I'm used to it." Luo Qing responded gently, but suddenly his face became condensed and he looked at Jiang Mian: "What is that?"
Chen Long turned around and looked over. On the wide river, a small wooden boat was floating towards this side slowly and slowly.
Originally, such a small wooden boat that could only carry one person would be difficult to spot at such a long distance, but the aura of justice on the wooden boat was very conspicuous.
That was the aura of a veteran. It had only been three months since the magic had recovered, and he was already considered a top powerhouse. Even three months ago, the people on the ship might have been able to compete with Daolong.
"It seems to be a small boat?" Chen Long frowned and said, "No, this is too dangerous. The small boat is close to the big ship, and it will capsize if you are not careful. I have to talk to the captain."
With that said, Chen Long hurriedly walked towards the cabin.
Luo Qing frowned, a monocle appeared on his left eye, and the Holy Eyes of Order opened, staring closely at the boat that was less than 200 meters away.
Boom, boom, boom.
A somewhat familiar voice sounded. Luo Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and already had a guess. The Holy Eyes of Order also instantly analyzed the small wooden boat and read out the information on the boat.
[Name: Xingzhong.
Race: human.
Strength: Senior.
Order: In good standing, he is an excellent warrior.
Evaluation: A leader in the era of the end of the law. His firm belief makes his martial arts unstoppable. The end of the law is the tragedy of all geniuses, especially the sorrow of the elderly warriors. It seems that his road has just begun, and it also seems that it has reached the end. 】
Turning off the Holy Eyes of Order, Luo Qing looked thoughtful in his eyes. Hasn't martial arts been completely lost? This is Shaolin?
"Chen Long, where are you going? A guest is coming to see Dad. You need to prepare hot tea."
At this time, Dad's voice sounded, with some displeasure in it. After arriving in China, Dad's mood has not been better. After all, there are too many memories and unwillingness here.
Just recalling some memories can make him emotional, not to mention the secret and disappearance of Master Fang, which makes Dad feel very complicated.
"But dad, with the route of that boat, the people on it may be in danger." Chen Long said slightly anxiously.
"That's Dad's friend. He won't sink the cruise ship even if it sinks. Now go get ready." Dad said, waving his hand and slowly walking towards the edge of the deck.
Chen Long paused and felt a little helpless. Well, it was because his thoughts hadn't changed yet: "Okay dad, I'll get ready right now."
Dad glanced at Luo Qing, who was thinking, and said calmly to the river: "Come up here, otherwise Dad will go back."
As soon as he finished speaking, a smiling voice sounded from the other side: "Old Haha, long time no see."
Along with the words, there was a bald man wearing coarse linen clothes. This old man had a somewhat strong body. He didn't look as frail as his father's previous friends, giving him a strong feeling.
This made Luo Qing look a little silent. Mr. Wen, the abbot of Luode Temple, and the people in front of him. Why are all dad's friends bald? Is this a trend?
"Yes, it has been thirty years. Before dad left, dad's master had not left." Dad said with some sadness, looking at the great rivers and mountains around him, he felt like the world had changed.
The smiles on the faces of the crowd faded a little. He glanced at Luo Qing solemnly. A golden light flashed across his body. He quickly approached with the small wooden boat and landed on the cruise ship deck with almost no sound.
"The reincarnation of life and death is a given, so be patient."
The crowd slowly walked off the boat and came to the father's side. A smile appeared on their faces again and asked: "Won't you introduce this little donor? His condition is very special."
"Hello, my name is Luo Qing." Luo Qing introduced himself gently while looking at the monk carefully.
There are actually many rumors about Shaolin Temple, but without exception they all inherit its power. Luo Qing has also read many records about Shaolin, and its history can even be traced back to two thousand years ago.
It seems to have a certain connection with the Buddha in Tianzhu.
"The monk's name is Xingzhong." The group also introduced themselves with a smile: "He is the previous abbot of Shaolin."
"We'll talk about the pleasantries later. What do you want from dad?" Dad interrupted the upcoming greetings and asked.
The white eyebrows of the crowd drooped, and they asked unhappily: "Old Haha, what do you mean?"
The father looked at the crowd with calm eyes, and he just said sadly: "My teacher gave me a dream yesterday."
The crowd was stunned, and then he patted his father on the shoulder and said with emotion: "It happened so suddenly that no one had time to support him, and who would have thought that someone would dare to attack the then world number one in Mount Tai."
Dad shook his head indifferently: "It's okay, my teacher is voluntary."
He glanced at Luo Qing and calmly changed the subject: "So what are you doing here this time?"
The crowd fell silent. He looked at the river in a daze, and after a long time he said, "Xing Fan is leaving."
Dad was startled, and the indifferent expression on his face became more and more indifferent. Has another old friend left?
"You are always getting old. All the friends of your life have almost left. It's a pity."
As the crowd spoke, they looked at their father and said with emotion: "I'm almost there too. No, I heard you were back and wanted to see you. After all, I can count the number of people who can speak with one slap."
The father turned his head, and the indifference in his eyes caused some waves. He closed his eyes and said, "You still have a chance, after all, you have the magic power now."
The crowd raised their hands gently, interrupting the old man's words, and the tone was still emotional: "No need to comfort me, haha, martial arts and law are different. I have practiced martial arts for a lifetime, and I know my upper limit."
"Come to my place more often when you have time, and see the younger generations of Shaolin."
The father was silent. He had some doubts about whether he should come back. Although his hometown was kind, it carried too much.
"Dad, you're ready."
Chen Long's voice sounded, attracting the two old men who were in a state of despair.
"This is..." The crowd turned around and asked in surprise.
"You haven't seen my nephew Chen Long." Dad walked towards the tables and chairs in Class A. There was not only tea there, but also a sumptuous breakfast, both Chinese and Western.
The crowd glanced at their father, then quickly and decisively surpassed his pace, and walked up to Chen Long to take a closer look.
Before Chen Long said hello, he said with some enthusiasm: "Amitabha, Chen Long's wise nephew, I am amazed by your bones. Are you interested in joining my Shaolin?"
Dad: .(°ー°〃)
Chen Long: .(°ー°)
Luo Qing: Ah this
"Oops~Old monk, what are you doing?" The indifference on the father's face was broken, and he shouted very unhappy.
The crowd completely ignored what their father meant, and said eagerly to Chen Long, who was confused: "With your talent in martial arts, you can enter the official level in three years, no, two years, and you can reach the senior level in five years at most, or even It’s not like a great samurai or martial artist can’t think about it.”
"Don't hesitate, my dear nephew, now that the demonic energy is recovering, you will definitely become a strong man."
Chen Long was still a little confused and answered subconsciously: "Me? But I don't want to be a monk."
"Amitabha, this is really a wise choice!" The crowd interrupted Chen Long with a smile.
He decisively grabbed Chen Long's arm and walked to his boat: "Since you agree, nephew, let's go. Don't worry, I will definitely teach you everything. Your name will be called..."
Chen Long:? ? ?
"Oh~ didn't you hear Chen Long say he didn't want to?" Dad immediately became angry. The old monk was trying to get over him. Everything really has something to do with Buddhism, right?
A dried pufferfish appeared in Dad's hand. With a wave of his hand, a green barrier suddenly blocked the walking route of the crowd.
The crowd paused, an old face drooped, turned to look at the father, and decisively accused: "What's the matter with you, haha? My nephew agreed, you can't restrict other people's freedom, now is a society governed by law! "
The old man looked at the crowd with something to say, and it took him a long time to finally say: "You are more shameless than before, old monk."
The crowd was stunned, and a trace of solemnity appeared on their faces: "Amitabha, this son is destined to me. As long as he enters Buddhism, his future will be bright."
"There is no need to discuss this matter. There is no way he will become a monk." Dad said firmly.
"Old Haha, this is your fault. Children have their own path to follow, and elders cannot decide other people's lives based on their own preferences." The solemnity on the faces of the crowd was broken, and they said with great dissatisfaction.
Chen Long: (°ー°〃)
He was a little confused and said weakly: "Well, Master, I don't want to be a monk."
As soon as he finished speaking, his father's expression softened. Chen Long and his uncle were the only ones left in their lineage. Although this was not a problem, he really couldn't imagine Chen Long shaving his head and wearing cassocks.
But before the father could say anything, the crowd suddenly became more confident: "Listen, my nephew has agreed again. He said he wants to be a monk. Do you want to stop him, you stubborn old guy? ?”
"Oh~ you bald guy with a deaf ear." Dad said angrily (▼ヘ▼#): "Do you want to fight with Dad?"
The crowd paused, feeling the oppressive aura on the father's body, and said decisively: "Let's fight. If we have the ability, let's compete with each other in chanting sutras."
"Oh~ I didn't expect that you are becoming more and more shameless. How can you be worthy of Buddha?"
"Why are you so sorry to Buddha? Haven't you heard? Buddha said: This son is destined for me."
(End of chapter)
