mythical visionary

Chapter 80 Black Wukong's Guidance, Dance Stick Dance, Use of Shadow Power
The train to Oribel Academy is still running on the Mobius circular track. The journey takes about two hours, and it is still far from reaching the end. Xia Mingwei has nothing to do, so he sinks his consciousness into fantasy In the theater, I played with the golden cudgel quite casually for a while.

My Neighbor Totoro was lying on the chair beside me, wagging its tail and meowing; Black Wukong raised his eyelids in the cell, his scarlet pupils quietly watching him dancing with a stick.

When Xia Mingwei swung his last stick, Black Wukong sneered.

"Is this how the golden cudgel is played?" it said disdainfully, "it just dirty my old grandson's eyes."

"Well, I think you can evaluate it more specifically?" Xia Mingwei said cheekily. Even though he had just vented, his physical strength in the fantasy theater was unlimited, so he didn't take a breath.

"Pointing, teasing, poking, sweeping, covering, chopping, twisting, blocking, intercepting, picking, hitting, collapsing, and swiping, everything is not perfect." Black Wukong was impatient.

"Is it as embarrassing as you said?" Xia Mingwei was speechless, thinking that he just waved his hand to vent his emotions, as for?

"You play with a stick like a panda with bamboo, weak and disorganized." Black Wukong deepened his tone.

"Okay, then teach me two tricks?" Xia Mingwei put away the golden cudgel and stood it behind his shoulders, "After all, if I die, you will die too, this is not a loss-making deal, just buy insurance for your own life. "

"Do you understand what is meant by 'one strength and ten meetings'?" Hei Wukong snorted coldly, with his right hand resting on his bent knee, "What is stick technique? It's ridiculous."

Xia Mingwei said without hesitation: "Even if you say that, I don't believe you can't use the staff anyway." He paused, "Could it be that Monkey King is a reckless man who only knows how to use brute force to bully others?"

"Don't use this kind of low-end aggressive method on my old grandson," Hei Wukong gritted his teeth in disdain, "Just take your modern background as an example, no matter how fancy they are with swords and knives, you can just pick up the telegraph pole If they hit it, they still have the strength to fight back? What skills do you need to crush an ant to death?"

"According to what you mean, it's not that you don't know how to stick, but that you don't need it." Xia Mingwei raised his eyebrows.

Judging from the words used, Black Wukong has watched so many movies, and he has indeed become more and more familiar with modern society, even knowing what a telephone pole is.

In fact, in Xia Mingwei's impression, Patriarch Bodhi never taught Sun Wukong any martial arts. What he taught were supernatural spells—the way of longevity, the 72 transformations used to avoid the three disasters, and somersaulting clouds.Just these three things.

In the original book, Sun Wukong mostly relies on spells and divine power to push him over. If we really want to talk about the stick method, then it can only comprehend it on its own at best.

And what Xia Mingwei wanted was the stick technique that Sun Wukong had comprehended by himself.After all, only the owner of the golden cudgel knows how to bring out the power of the cudgel.

"It seems that you are not that stupid yet." Black Wukong snorted coldly.

"It makes sense," Xia Mingwei disagreed, "but you don't need it, I need it. My current strength is not strong enough to crush, so I need skills to assist me."

"Heh..." Hei Wukong sneered.

"What's your trick of turning the stick?" Xia Mingwei asked unceremoniously, "It's just turning around with the stick. I think you have blocked the joint attacks of several great soldiers and generals with this move."

"Oh? Why doesn't my grandson have any impression?"

"Impossible, even if I'm watching some magically modified film and television drama, you must have used this trick more or less in reality."

"According to what you said, that move is called 'Dancing Flower Stick'." Hei Wukong raised his scarlet eyes and asked with a sneer, "Why, want to learn?"

"Now that I know the name, I can look up videos on the Internet and learn by myself." Xia Mingwei said, swinging the golden cudgel lamely, making a sharp wind sound.

"Then do you know how to use shadow power?" Black Wukong lowered his brows slightly, "The golden cudgel has been hidden in shadow power by me for so long, and its essence has long been assimilated. Only with shadow power can it be brought into full play. It’s really the upper limit, so my stick skills have basically been improved based on shadow power.”

"Yes... I want to learn this more than ordinary stick techniques." As he spoke, Xia Mingwei squeezed out a trace of shadow power from his fingertips, and the shadow power gathered in the air to form a crooked little black cat, which looked like a chinchilla. .

The Totoro widened its round pupils, its wagging tail was frightened, and it stretched out its paws tremblingly, trying to touch the alien in the air.

But before we met, the opponent had already changed his appearance.

Xia Mingwei focused on the index finger of his right hand, and the connected shadow power changed again, like a cloud of black mist flowing, and gradually drew a girl's face in midair, which looked like Qing Zhulin.

Since he learned the 72 transformation, he can faintly control the shadow power, but he is still not skilled enough, because this power is too unstable.

This is the power woven by Sun Wukong's anger and resentment, and it is also the core strength of Black Wukong. As long as he masters the shadow power skillfully, the other sequence abilities will naturally be handy.

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

Black Wukong was silent for a moment: "Another way of saying it, otherwise my grandson won't teach."

"Brother Monkey, teach me how to play with a stick." Xia Mingwei said lightly.

"Take the most common dance of flower sticks as an example. In the process of moving the stick, gather the shadow power to the palm of your hand, and then control it to spread to the ends of the golden cudgel." Black Wukong said.

Xia Mingwei did as he was told without hesitation, holding the golden cudgel in his right hand, the shadow power gushed out of his palm, gradually spreading to both ends of the stick like a python, swinging the long stick covered in shadows, leaning on his right hand and elbow Quickly twist the long stick, and dance a circle of dark stick flowers in the air. The shadow force is like a circle of ripples, and the whistling wind is enough to tear the eardrums.

But after only two seconds passed, the shadow power maintained on the stick had dissipated, and the long stick lost its balance and fell to the ground.

Boom!
The cold stick hit the theater floor, and there was a shock, which caused Xia Mingwei's head to ache slightly.

"Tell me yourself, what's the problem?" Hei 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 ensure that the shadow force flowing to the head and tail of the stick was the same while dancing the stick flower, which caused the weight of the golden cudgel to tilt, and then my movements gradually lost balance."

"Yes, it seems simple, but controlling shadow power is more difficult than you think. It took me 50 years at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain to fully learn how to control shadow power." Black Wukong sneered.

"50 years?" Xia Mingwei frowned, "I don't have 50 years."

"Then do you know where the most ridiculous thing is?" Goku Black looked directly at him.

"Where is it?" Xia Mingwei asked.

"You're even wrong with the basic stick dance moves! You're still thinking about supplementing shadow power, and you want to dance before you even learn how to walk!" Black Wukong's face was grim.

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

"You don't even know how to dance flower sticks with both hands, so you just want to do it with one hand?" Black Wukong narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, let's practice with both hands." Xia Mingwei raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and changed to holding the golden cudgel with both hands. The reason why he held the stick with one hand just now was to try to see if he could catch Wukong's words.

"Hold the middle of the stick with both hands, slightly to the end of the stick, and stand with your feet back and forth."

Xia Mingwei took a deep breath, and acted according to Hei Wukong's instructions, holding the golden cudgel deeply with his ten fingers.

"Grip the stick loosely with the left hand, draw the stick with the right hand to the right, back and down, and chop the handle in a vertical circle from the back to the top and forward; the left hand rotates with the body of the stick to form a pincer to hold the stick, and the stick is slightly accompanied by winding from top to front, down, and back to the right OK."

Xia Mingwei still did it without any doubts.Black Wukong slightly narrowed his red pupils with a trace of satisfaction.

"Keep moving up, turn the body to the left, the center of gravity falls between the two feet, continue to make the handle of the stick circle from front to bottom with both hands, hang down on the side of the left leg, and cross the arms naturally."

Xia Mingwei's reaction was quick, his movements were clean and neat, and the golden cudgel danced in the air with a heavy wind.

"Hold the stick with the left hand so that the tip of the stick is upward, and move forward in a circle around the split stick. Move the center of gravity forward, and keep the tip of the stick hanging down 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 chinchilla next to him sometimes looked at his master, and sometimes at Black Wukong. He had a new understanding of this black monkey, and it seemed that he was not as scary as he thought.

"With both hands, continue to move the end of the stick backwards, upwards, and forwards in a vertical circle, returning to the original movement. This is the complete process of a set of dancing sticks."

After Xia Mingwei danced the last round of the long stick, he barely stopped: "Remember, my movements are still standard, right?"

"For beginners, it's not bad." Hei Wukong twitched his lips, still disdainful.

Xia Mingwei took the golden cudgel back into his shadow power: "By the way, I have another question. Why can each avatar use a golden cudgel? Logically speaking, there shouldn't be only one golden cudgel?"

"What if I say that the golden cudgel can also be cloned?" Black Wukong said slowly.

"So that's how it is." Xia Mingwei suddenly recalled that in the original "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong once split too many golden cudgels, so it is not surprising that Black Wukong can do it.

"Not only that, the Golden Cudgel originally had a weapon spirit, it adapted to my shadow power and fed on it, so the more shadow power you feed it, the stronger the Golden Cudgel will exert. "Black Wukong said.

Xia Mingwei suddenly realized that this was the source of the shadow force that strengthened the golden cudgel. Maybe the shadow power also increased the upper limit of the golden cudgel, but at the same time the lower limit was also lowered.

Hei Wukong stood up slowly, holding the golden cudgel in his right hand, and the icy black iron hissed on the ground.

"My old grandson is here to let you, a little boy, see what a simple trick of dancing flower sticks can produce when supplemented with shadow power." It said contemptuously.

"Wait and see." Xia Mingwei focused slightly, staring at Black Wukong's tricks.

In the next moment, the violent shadow power like the surging Yangtze River gushed out from the five fingers of Hei Wukong's right hand, diverted to the handle and tip of the golden cudgel, and the surface of the golden cudgel erupted with unprecedented madness , the whole stick was trembling violently, buzzing, as if a ghost had escaped from its cage.

Hei Wukong twisted the golden cudgel with his right hand, and the whole stick swept in the air in a circle like a phantom, and the attached shadow force roared like a tornado and rushed forward.

Xia Mingwei's pupils gradually shrank, and the thousands of chains in the cell trembled violently, making a squalling noise, and the entire Utopia Theater was faintly shaken.

After a while, the theater stopped shaking.

The chinchilla's hair was all erected, and Xia Mingwei's hair was also blown upwards.

There was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

If it weren't for the existence of the fantasy cell, Black Wukong just wielded the stick, and the shadow power poured out would be enough to strangle him thousands of times.

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