"Money Flying" is a kind of traditional trick, relying on the tricks of the magician, allowing coins to "shuttle" back and forth between the hands.
Everyone knows it's a fake—audiences have long known that performers have more than one coin in their hands, and performers these days often don't shy away from it themselves.
But no one could see how it had changed.
The man in front of him was undoubtedly a highly skilled juggler.
Ling Xingye also learned this kind of trick when he was studying in the Ling family class, but after finding out that he was more talented in pulling the silk, he dropped this skill.
But in the end, the eyesight is still there, and even he can't see through it. For other audiences, it is even more unpredictable.
The magician chuckled, turned his wrists again, and there was a coin in each hand.
"Double lotus."
Opening and closing his palms, the two coins shuttled freely in his palms, as if he also had the ability to teleport through space.
"Erlang bears the mountain."
Then, the number of coins suddenly changed to three.
"The Three Immortals Return to the Cave."
"Meteors chase the moon." Three became four.
"Five beans fly in a row." Four become five.
Suddenly, he tossed all five coins into the air and caught them with his right hand.
He clapped hard with his left hand again.
"Snapped!"
A thick stack of coins disappeared.
Finally, he clasped his hands tightly and looked up at Ling Xingye.
Ling Xingye nodded and said, "Have ten thousand seeds in autumn."
"Harvest ten thousand seeds in autumn."
The juggler opened his hands, and a fistful of coins fell down, there were hundreds of them!
"Thank you..."
After summing up the total amount of these coins in his mind, Ling Xingye immediately thanked him.
"You're welcome, a little money is just a small thing." The magician said, "It's rare to see such a wonderful thread-drawing show. Forgive me, I can only use the little trick just now as a thank you. Those coins are just extra."
Ling Xingye carefully looked at the magician in front of him, always feeling familiar.
I suddenly remembered the video I watched last night.
"Changbai Baoliang?"
"Ah, I don't dare to be ever-changing, but it's my stage name." Juggernaut Bao Liang stood up with a smile, and stretched out his hand, "The sun and the moon are flying in the sky, and there are thousands of changes-I have heard the name of the puppet show of the Ling family for a long time, and it will end today." Seeing it, it really lives up to its reputation!"
"It turned out to be a colleague."
Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, although the two parties did not know each other, they were both fellow-goers, and Ling Xingye also shook hands with him happily.
The original Ling's class was similar to this "Variety" Baoliang, both belonged to the highly skilled but little-known type.
Not only ordinary audiences, even colleagues in the entertainment industry, few people have heard of them.
Before Ling Xingye became the mainstay of Ling's class, they didn't even have any video data of their performance. At most it was just a photo in the local tabloid.
Ling Xingye's brothers and sisters are all masters of puppet show, but they have left their teachers or changed careers one after another. Until Ling Xingye took the lead, they didn't leave any performance video materials.
So much so that the videos of the puppet shows of Ling's class that can be found on the Internet are almost all Ling Xingye's solo shows.
Come to think of it, Baoliang also got to know Ling's class through similar channels.
"It's a pity, if the puppet show by senior brother and the others would definitely make his jaw drop." Ling Xingye thought regretfully.
After all, my own level is still a bit lower, and I can only reach the same level by relying on the superpower "phase fulcrum".
"Let's stop here today."
Baoliang's performance also attracted the attention of the surrounding audience. In order to avoid being recognized by people, he exchanged a few words of greeting, put on his hood and hurried away.
There are still a lot of things to do at home.
The school work is okay, not a big problem.
The key is the sprite's maintenance and renovation work.
After a series of fierce battles during the summer vacation, Ling Xingye summed up his experience and lessons, and decided to upgrade the monsters in an all-round way.
Ling Xingye walked back to the apartment while conceiving the renovation plan in his mind.
Just as he arrived at the bottom of the apartment building, Ling Xingye suddenly stopped, turned his gaze, and scanned the surrounding dark and shadowy areas.
"who is it!"
He felt the breath of magic—and it wasn't Kanzaki Kaori's spell.
That being the case, the magical power that appeared in this academy city is very likely to mean the enemy!
Ling Xingye still remembered that one of the reasons why Shenzhe Huozhi lived next door was to protect himself from being attacked by enemies on the magic side.
There was silence all around, and there was no response.
Ling Xingye didn't relax at all and put down his travel bag.
Put your hands together, and then pull them apart; the rings have been worn on the ten fingers, and the "flying blade" silk thread is stretched between the fingers.
His gaze was like lightning, scrutinizing every suspicious location inch by inch.
But the other party had no flaws, which almost made him wonder if he was too nervous and had an illusion.
"However, it is precisely because of this perfection that it is the biggest flaw." Ling Xingye continued, "The spell of 'repelling idlers' does not work for me."
…
found it!
Ling Xingye flew up and kicked the travel bag towards the alley between the two apartment buildings.
This kick was so powerful that the huge travel bag flew out like a cannonball.
But the dark alley is like a bottomless pool of water, swallowing the travel bag silently.
Seeing this, Ling Xingye immediately popped out the "flying blade", drawing deep scars on the wall, and continued to tear into the depths of the alley!
Zheng!
"Flying Blade" was blocked.
The darkness in the alley suddenly dissipated, and the dim but real street lights reappeared.
After turning on the light, Ling Xingye found that his "flying blade" was actually blocked by the same slender silk thread.
"Hey, don't be nervous, don't be nervous!" A man stepped out of the shadows, "We mean no harm."
It was a tall and thin man, wearing an oversized T-shirt and jeans, as if wearing two sacks. The hairstyle seemed stiff and messy from too much pomade, and had an eerie jet-black sheen. I wear basketball shoes with laces longer than one meter on my feet, and I don’t know why I don’t tie the laces. A rope made of leather or the like is hung around the neck, and four or five small electric fans with a diameter of about ten centimeters are strung on the rope...
No matter how you look at it, he is quite a suspicious guy, not to mention that he still holds a weapon in his hand - a wavy sword that has only been seen in the cold weapon museum.
The man raised his hands generously to show his innocence: "Really, we are not enemies, puppet master Ling Xingye."
"Really?" Ling Xingye didn't believe it~www..com~ Your companion didn't seem to think so. "
As he said that, another girl's exclamation came from the alley.
It seemed as if they had suddenly appeared in front of them—or, in other words, figures that had been in front of them all along but were ignored suddenly filled the alley.
The one who made the sound was a black-haired girl, holding two short sticks in her hand, one of which had a blade, pointing in Ling Xingye's direction.
But at the moment she couldn't move - a string of silk wrapped around the short stick, locking it firmly in place.
The other end of the silk thread was connected to the puppet's fingertips behind her.
"Five Harmonies!"
The companions around the girl exclaimed.
"Hush! Calm down, be quiet!" The leading man hurriedly appease the crowd, "Don't disturb the Pope!"
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