The train to the Olibel Academy,It's still running on the Mobius Ring loop.,This journey is about two hours.,It's still far from reaching the end.,Xia Mingwei has nothing to do.,So he sank his consciousness to the fantasy theater.,Quite casually played with the golden hoop stick for a while.。

My neighbor totoro was lying on a chair next to him, wagging his tail and meowing; Black Goku raised his eyelids in the cell, his scarlet eyes quietly watching his dancing stick figure.

As Xia Mingwei swung the last stick, Black Wukong let out a sneer.

"That's how the golden rod works?" It said disdainfully, "It's just dirty my grandson's eyes." ”

"Well, I think you could be more specific?" Xia Mingwei said cheekily that even though he had just vented, his physical strength in the fantasy theater was unlimited, so he didn't breathe.

"Pointing, teasing, poking, sweeping, covering, splitting, twisting, blocking, intercepting, picking, hitting, collapsing, picking, and picking." Black Goku is impatient.

"Is it as embarrassing as you say?" Xia Mingwei was speechless, and said in his heart that he just waved his hand to vent his feelings, as for it?

"Your stick is like a panda playing with bamboo, weak and unorganized." Black Goku deepened his tone.

"Okay, then you will teach me two tricks?" Xia Mingwei put away the golden hoop stick and put it on his shoulder, "After all, if I die, you will also die, this is not a loss-making transaction, you should buy insurance for your own life." ”

"Do you understand what it means to 'drop ten meetings with one force'?" Hei Wukong snorted coldly, his right hand resting on his bent knee, "What is the stick method?" Amusing. ”

Xia Mingwei said without thinking: "Even if you say so, I don't believe you don't know how to stick anyway." He paused, "Could it be that Monkey King is a reckless man who only knows how to use brute force to bully people?" ”

"Don't use this low-end agitation method on my old grandson," Black Wukong disdainfully bared his teeth, "Let's take your modern background as an analogy, no matter how bells and whistles they play with knives and swords, you just pick up the telephone pole and smash it, do they still have the strength to fight back?" What skill does it take to pinch an ant to death? ”

"According to you, it's not that you don't know how to stick the law, but you don't need to." Xia Mingwei raised an eyebrow.

Judging from the wording, Black Wukong has watched so many movies, and he is indeed getting more and more aware of modern society, and even the telephone pole knows what it is.

In fact, in Xia Mingwei's impression, Bodhi Ancestor had never taught Sun Wukong any martial arts, and what he taught was magical spells - the way of immortality, the seventy-two changes used to avoid the three calamities, and somersault clouds. That's all there are three.

In the original book, Sun Wukong most of the time relied on spells and divine power to push through, if you really want to talk about stick method, then it can only comprehend it by itself at most.

And what Xia Mingwei wants is the stick method that Sun Wukong has comprehended by himself. After all, only the owner of the golden hoop rod knows how to bring out the power of this club.

"Looks like you're not stupid enough to be that point." Black Wukong snorted coldly.

"It makes sense," Xia Mingwei disagreed, "but you don't need it, I need it." I'm not strong enough to be crushing right now, so I need to be skilled. ”

"Heh......" Black Goku sneered.

"What's your stick trick called?" Xia Mingwei asked unceremoniously, "It's just to take a stick and turn in circles, I see that you have used this move to block the joint attacks of several great divine soldiers and heavenly generals." ”

"Oh? Why is my grandson not impressed? ”

"It's impossible, even if I'm watching some magic film and television drama, you must have used this trick more or less in reality."

"According to you, it's called a 'dancing stick.'" Black Wukong raised his scarlet pupils and asked with a sneer, "What, do you want to learn?" ”

"Now that I know the name, it seems that I can look up the video on the Internet and learn it by myself." Xia Mingwei said, waving a circle of golden hoop sticks lamely, making a fierce wind sound.

"And you know how to use shadow power?" Black Wukong slightly bent his eyebrows, "The golden hoop stick has been hidden in my shadow power for so long, and its essence has long been assimilated. Only with shadow power can it exert its true upper limit, so my stick method has basically been improved according to shadow power. ”

"Right...... I want to learn this more than the normal stick technique. Saying that, Xia Mingwei squeezed out a trace of shadow power from his fingertips, and the shadow power converged in the air into a crooked little black cat, which was the appearance of Totoro.

My Neighbor Totoro's eyes widened, and his wagging tail suddenly retracted in fright, and he shivered and stretched out his claws, trying to touch the alien in the air.

But before they met, the other party had already changed.

Xia Mingwei concentrated on the index finger of his right hand, and the shadow power connected to it changed again, like a black mist flowing, and gradually painted a girl's face in mid-air, which was the appearance of Qingzhu Rin.

Since he learned the Seventy-Two Transformations, he has been able to faintly control the shadow power, but he is still not skilled enough, because the power is too unstable.

This is the power woven through Sun Wukong's anger and resentment, and it is also the core power of Black Wukong, as long as he skillfully controls the shadow power, the rest of the sequence abilities are naturally handy.

"I need you to teach me how to use shadow power in actual combat." Xia Mingwei said, looking at the shadows dancing on his fingertips.

Hei Wukong was silent for a moment: "In other words, otherwise my grandson won't teach." ”

"Brother Monkey, teach me to play sticks." Xia Mingwei said lightly.

"Take the most common dance stick as an example, in the process of playing the stick, the shadow power is gathered to the palm of the hand, and then it is controlled to spread to the end of the golden hoop stick." Black Goku said.

Xia Mingwei did not hesitate to do so, holding the golden hoop stick in his right hand, and the shadow power of his palm suddenly gushed out, like a python, gradually spreading to both ends of the stick, waving the long stick shrouded in shadows, relying on his right hand and elbow to quickly twist the long stick, dancing a circle of black stick flowers in the air, the shadow power was like a circle of ripples swinging wildly, and the whistling wind was enough to tear the eardrum.

But just two seconds later, the shadow that was holding on to the stick had already collapsed, and the long stick fell to the ground unbalanced.

Boom!

The cold stick body slammed on the floor of the theater, and there was a tremor, causing Xia Mingwei's skull to ache slightly.

"Tell me yourself, what's the problem?" Black Wukong narrowed his red pupils slightly, his eyes full of contempt.

Xia Mingwei shook his numb right hand and said without thinking:

"I couldn't dance the stick with the same shadow force flowing to the head and tail, so the weight of the golden rod tilted, and then my movements gradually lost balance."

"Yes, it seems simple, but it is more difficult to control shadow power than you think, and it took me fifty years to completely learn to control shadow power under the Five Elements Mountain." Black Goku sneered.

"Fifty years?" Xia Mingwei frowned, "I don't have fifty years. ”

"So what do you know is the most ridiculous part?" Black Goku stared straight at him.

"Where?" Shamingway asked.

"You're wrong with even the basic stick moves! I'm still thinking about supplementing it with shadow power, and I want to dance before I even learn to walk! "Black Goku has a hideous face.

"Don't be so fierce, okay? Then you start with the basic stick teachings. Xia Mingwei picked up the golden hoop stick from the ground again, still holding it with his right hand.

"I can't dance with a flower stick with both hands, so I want to do it with one hand?" Black Goku's eyes narrowed.

"Okay, that's with your hands." Xia Mingwei slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and changed to holding the golden hoop stick with both hands, the reason why he held the stick in one hand just now was to try if he could set Black Wukong's words.

"Hold the middle of the stick with both hands, slightly offset to one end of the handle, and open the front and back of the two feet."

Xia Mingwei took a deep breath and posed as Black Wukong instructed, holding the golden hoop stick deeply with the ten fingers of both hands.

"Loosen the grip with the left hand, draw the stick with the right back and down, and circle around the handle from the back up and forward; The left hand rotates with the body of the stick into a pincer to grasp the stick, and the stick slightly accompanies the circle from the top to the front, down and right back. ”

Xia Mingwei still did it, without the slightest question. Black Wukong's slightly narrowed red eyes were filled with a hint of satisfaction.

"Keep moving, turn your body to the left, place your weight between your feet, and continue to circle the stick from front to bottom with both hands, hang it on the side of your left leg, and cross your arms naturally."

Xia Mingwei's reaction was quick, his movements were clean and neat, and the golden hoop rod danced in the air with a heavy stick style.

"Hold the stick in your left hand so that the tip of the stick is upward and forward, and the stick is rounded in a circle. Shift the center of gravity forward, and continue to hang down the end of the stick to the back of the right leg with both hands; Cross your arms naturally, and hold the stick with your right hand in a pincer. ”

The Totoro next to him sometimes looked at the owner, and sometimes looked at the black Wukong, and had a new understanding of this black monkey, as if he was not so terrifying in his heart.

"The two hands continue to circle the tip of the stick backwards, upwards and forwards, reverting to the original movement, which is the complete process of a set of dancing sticks."

After Xia Mingwei danced the last round of the long stick, he stopped: "Write it down, my movements are quite standard, right?" ”

"For beginners, it's not bad." Black Wukong tugged at the corners of his mouth, still disdainful.

Xia Mingwei took the golden hoop stick back into the shadow power: "By the way, I still have another question, why can every doppelganger use a golden hoop stick, it stands to reason that there shouldn't be only one golden hoop stick?" ”

"What if I say that the golden rod will also be separated?" Black Goku said slowly.

"I see." Xia Mingwei suddenly recalled that in the original work of "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong had also split many golden hoop sticks, so it was naturally not surprising that Black Wukong could do it.

"Not only that, but the Golden Hoop Rod originally had an instrument spirit, and it adapted to my shadow power and fed on it, so the more shadow power it fed, the stronger the power of the Golden Hoop Rod will be." Black Goku said.

Xia Mingwei suddenly realized that this was the source of the shadow power to enhance the golden hoop stick, maybe the shadow power also increased the upper limit of the golden hoop stick, but at the same time, the lower limit was also lower.

Black Wukong slowly got up, holding the golden hoop stick in his right hand, and the cold black iron hissed on the ground.

"My grandson is here to let you, a little hairy boy, see what kind of foreign effect this simple trick of dancing flower sticks can be presented after being supplemented by shadow power." It said contemptuously.

"We'll see." Xia Mingwei condensed slightly, staring at Black Wukong's technique.

In the next moment, the violent shadow power of the Yangtze River rushed out from the five fingers of Black Wukong's right hand, diverting to the handle and tip of the golden hoop rod and pouring away, and the surface of the golden hoop rod erupted with unprecedented frenzy, and the entire stick was violently trembling and buzzing, like a ghost god who had escaped from the cage.

Black Wukong twisted the golden hoop stick with his right hand, and the whole long stick suddenly swept into a circle in the air like a phantom, and the attached shadow power roared forward like a tornado.

Xia Mingwei's pupils gradually contracted, the thousands of chains in the cell trembled violently, and the wind and rain resonated, and the entire fantasy theater was faintly turbulent.

After a while, the theater stopped shaking.

My Neighbor Totoro's hair was all erect, and Xia Mingwei's hair was blown up.

There was a glimmer in his eyes.

If it weren't for the existence of the fantasy cell, Black Wukong would have strangled him thousands of times just by dancing with a stick in his hand, and the shadow power poured out.

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