Marvel's Beginning Through Jackie Chan's Adventures

Wu Di sat cross-legged on the futon, with three burning sandalwood sticks stuck above his head, and the curling smoke entangled and disappeared.

Wu Di twitched his eyebrows, and said helplessly, "Father, do you have to be like this?"

Snapped!
"Do you still want to learn advanced Qi magic? Do you want to? Then listen to Dad!"

"Alright alright!"

Just half a day ago, Wu Di took care of the Mantab people and Bruce's affairs, and then rushed to Dad's place without stopping.

Now that he has successfully cleared his name, the identity of the father's registered disciple has naturally returned as a matter of course.

What's more, Wu Di created a new kind of magic that has the same origin as Qi magic, which made the old man feel unbelievable.

After Wu Di discussed magic knowledge with his father for a while, his father suddenly found out.

Wu Di, this guy, although he is a mess in the use of magic, but when it comes to magic knowledge, his old bones are still a bit inferior.

In fact, it's not that Dad's knowledge is shallow, it's mainly because Wu Di still holds the secret treasure of the Lotus Temple in his hand, not to mention the Kama Taj from another world, and the soul strengthened by the sheep charm.

Wu Di's reserve of magic knowledge can be said to be rarely surpassed in the two worlds.

And what I am lacking now is actually how to use this knowledge to turn the knowledge in my mind into real power!

After some discussion, Dad couldn't think of a good way. He could only let Wu Di feel his father's master through meditation, that is, feel the wisdom of the great master.

Qi magicians have a deep understanding of Qi, which will allow them to travel in the Qi of heaven and earth with their consciousness after death.

Of course, it doesn't mean that it becomes a spirit body with self-awareness like a ghost, but another kind of magical existence with only some memories and a small part of self-awareness.

To use a metaphor, it's like a humanoid USB drive.

Air magicians, on the other hand, can use specific means to talk to these dead magicians through meditation, so as to strengthen their own magic.

This is also the reason why the demons try their best to suppress air magic, but air magic can still be passed down and grow stronger.

Unless you destroy the entire world, if not, the air magician will exist in the air between the heaven and the earth for hundreds of years after death.

This time is enough for him to find a disciple and teach him a not weak successor.

At this moment, Wu Di is using his father's hand to meet his master, the Archmage, in order to strengthen his use of magic.

It's amazing to say that through this way of soul dialogue, the experience of the older generation can be directly passed on to the next generation.

As Wu Di closed his eyes, the three sandalwood sticks above his head began to burn slowly.

The old man's face was full of caution, after all, this was the first time he did this, even the first time in the air magician class.

After all, someone like Wu Di, who has solid theoretical knowledge but is a mess in application, probably won't be able to find one in tens of thousands of years.

As the green smoke went straight to the sky, the old man's heart was relieved.

This proves that Wu Di was accepted by his master, the archmage, and the two started a soul dialogue.

But Wu Di's consciousness at this time has risen to a bizarre world along with the smoke of sandalwood.

The colors here are strange and strange, and the surrounding world is constantly changing, and it seems that you will sink into it at a glance.

The concepts of time and space are confused here.

I don't know if it is a moment or eternity, a person appeared in front of Wu Di.

Dressed in green linen, with a goatee reaching to his chest, and an old face full of ravines, overflowing with kindness.

Wu Di, who had been prepared for a long time, knew who the old man in front of him was, although he was a little dazed at this time.

Archmage!
The archmage nodded and motioned Wu Di to sit down.

I just wanted to speak, but found that I couldn't do it at all, so I had to sit cross-legged with the archmage ignorantly.

The next moment, Wu Di's own consciousness spread out, as if he was being guided to feel the world. In the haze, a voice pointed him to a place, and knocked himself hard.

When Wu Di returned from this weird situation, it was time for the three sandalwood sticks to burn out.

Opening his eyes, he happened to see his father looking at him excitedly, which shocked Wu Di.

"How is it? Have you seen him? Talk to me! I'm so anxious!"

Wu Di scratched his head. He wasn't sure if he had seen the archmage. You said you saw it, but you didn't even say a word. Didn't you see it? The old man with the goatee was obviously the archmage introduced by his father.

After thinking for a while, Wu Di told his father what happened.

Dad thought for a while, then nodded.

"That's right, it's like this. Since the master met you, it means he agrees with you. As for the process, everyone is different. Some people even just played a round of mahjong..."

Wu Di didn't tell his father where the Archmage was pointing. It's better to keep this kind of thing private.

To mobilize the power of magic, Wu Di can clearly feel at this moment that one power can only mobilize one part of magic, but now it can mobilize half more.

This is exactly the benefit of meditation connection, it becomes stronger visible to the naked eye!

"It's not too late, let's do it again!"

Seeing Wu Di's eagerness to try, his father gave him a blank look.

"You're thinking of Tao Zi! If this method can be used every day, then there are still eight demons, and we have wiped them out long ago."

Wu Di's old face twitched at what was said, and he was indeed a little excited.

Just as the old man said, if a method with such a domineering effect can be used indefinitely, the power of an air mage might cause all demons to stand aside.

"The soul that remains between the heaven and the earth needs a certain period of cultivation before it can bring blessings again."

"How long will that take?"

"Not long..."

Wu Di looked happy, and then he heard his father say slowly: "It's only ten years."

Well, ten years later, I am afraid that I will already have the goddess of death in my arms, and a group of children waiting for milk under my knees, so I still need enlightenment.

Wu Di has left enough wealth for his father, and there is only this that he can help him with.

Leaving Papa's antique shop, Wu Di went straight to the place pointed to by the archmage.

The sixth sense tells me that that place is helpful to me.

Passing through the thirteenth district on the way, Wu Di thought of some black technologies in the thirteenth district, which even surpassed the main world, so Wu Di was ready to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the stairs I opened up last time were blocked again.

"The thirteenth district... Blake... you don't know how to behave, why is the door of your house always blocked, and I have to open the door for you."

After a roar, there was another brand new staircase leading to the thirteenth district.