Resurrection Of Reiki: Undecided When Things Happen

Knowing Gu Mengmeng's experience these days, Ming smiled lightly and gave a little warning.

Gu Mengmeng hugged Hengkong Ziyu and giggled, "Got it, master, can you tell me about the history of Mozu and Wu?"

"The history of Mozu and Wu?" A trace of doubt flashed in Ming's eyes.

"Didn't Kid Lu tell you this question? He should know as much as a teacher."

"Ah? He didn't say it!" Gu Mengmeng glanced at Lu An and pursed her lips.

"If you want to know, you should ask him yourself. These things are not secrets in general among the forces that have entered the level of our era, except for the details, so there is no need to deliberately conceal them."

Ming's last sentence was obviously addressed to Lu An.

After chatting for a while, Ming closed Zimuyu.

At the same time, Lu An was surrounded by all kinds of eyes.

Elder Ming's meaning is obvious, Lu An definitely knows the history of Mowu.

"Tell me, we won't talk about it anyway."

"Yeah, you can also help Aunt Ren stand out and win the first place."

"Oh!"

"Chirp!"

A group of people urged curiously, and even the three little white foxes ran over.

"If you can't say it, forget it." Ren Zhi said empathetically.

"Is there something unspeakable?" Shen Li looked at Lu An and blinked.

"That's not true, it's just that I said everything, which is similar to what Mu Qing said."

Lu An squeezed Gu Mengmeng's hand under the dining table.

The history of the demon clan is almost revealed, and there may be such an existence as Ming, so there is really no need to hide it.

As for whether it will be noticed by the demon boss.

He had been running wild around the demons before, and even attracted a large number of demons and ghosts. People must have known about it.

"Say it first. If you don't want to cause trouble, don't tell others that I said it. Otherwise, it will be hard for everyone."

Xiang Yuan and the others nodded repeatedly, expressing that they would never confess Lu An.

"Okay, let's talk about warriors first." Lu An sighed, held Gu Mengmeng's little hand and said:

"Actually warriors are just the name of the demons. The correct way to say is martial arts, warriors, is a kind of monk that is different from spiritual cultivation, and they are two completely different paths. Unlike physical cultivation and sound cultivation, these are essentially spiritual cultivation, martial arts Xiu is martial arts."

"One is Spiritual Dao, and the other is Martial Dao."

! !

The teacup in Zhao Yaoyao's hand suddenly stopped, her beautiful eyes widened slowly, and her brain was buzzing like everyone else.

What the hell?

Wuxiu? Practitioners who are different from spiritual practice?

Even though they had already guessed something, they were still stunned for a long time and couldn't come back to their senses.

"Then, you, old Lu?" Xiang Yuan's throat rolled and he struggled to make a sound.

It was so shocking! It is really impossible to describe his mood at this moment in words.

A monk who is completely different from spiritual practice, this, how is this possible?

It simply shattered their three views.

From their childhood memories, they only know that there are only monks in this world who can only become monks by absorbing spiritual power!

Taking a deep breath, he forcibly stopped his excitement.

Zhao Yaoyao even added several layers of formations to completely isolate this space.

Lu An was right.

This matter is too shocking, and it must not be exposed now, otherwise Lu An and they will be in trouble.

"You should also know that I have never used spiritual power, right?"

Everyone nodded like chickens pecking rice.

"It's not that I transformed my spiritual power into special energy, but that I don't have it at all. My power is produced by my body."

"Here, you should know the power of qi and blood."

The arm was red like a blood-red flame, with a domineering, blazing and self-respecting aura.

"The power of qi and blood is produced by the body?"

Ren Zhi muttered to himself.

This is indeed different from them.

Their power, at the beginning, came from the spiritual power or other energy transformed from the aura of heaven and earth, not the power produced by the body itself.

Only when you reach Xuanling, the spiritual sea undergoes a qualitative change, can you produce spiritual power by yourself.

"Qi and blood should go without saying. The body's kinetic energy and life force are what martial arts practice is all about. By practicing martial arts, you can evolve your physical body and use martial arts to defeat all laws."

"This is martial arts, the martial arts monks in the ancient times, spiritual cultivation came later."

After they digested it, Lu An slowly described the past of Wu Xiu and the demons.

Hearing the fight between Wuxiu and the demons for a long time, when the most powerful warrior in the martial arts rushed into the lair of the demons and turned the world upside down, Xiang Yuan and others were fascinated for a while, and in the end they died together, so that the martial arts were lonely. No one remembered, and the atmosphere fell into a trough.

Strong, really strong, killed the demons to the point of near extinction, and they have not recovered until now, and even killed them so frightened that now they only dare to throw demons over to harass them.

This is a big loss in the hands of Wu Xiu, who almost wiped out the family, and was afraid of being killed.

"That's the way it is. Aunt Ren, you can push it out slowly. I don't have any evidence, but this is official history."

Ren Zhi nodded slightly upon hearing this.

It is enough to know the official history, and then just go slowly in this direction and prove it step by step.

As for the evidence, she couldn't push Lu An to prove it.

"Old Lu, can I switch to martial arts?"

Hearing that Wu Xiu was so mobile, Xiang Yuan was immediately greedy.

If Lu An could have the speed, who would dare to jump left and right in front of him, punching out the dog's brains.

"No, if you don't have skills, you can practice with a hammer. Besides, spiritual cultivation is no worse than martial cultivation. Both have their own advantages, and the same goes for physical cultivation."

Just kidding, I'm already tm a mysterious spirit, so I can't continue to practice, what kind of martial arts.

Furthermore, it is still unknown whether the curse of the Demon Race exists or not, and whether it can be cultivated is also a question.

However, if he and the little assistant broke through the restrictions like this, something might go wrong.

"Okay." Xiang Yuan was not that disappointed.

He was just joking, but he had to hesitate for a while if he wanted to be serious.

Who knows how talented he is in martial arts, if it is not good, it will be funny, throw watermelon and pick sesame seeds.

"Then why are you not afraid of my illusion, is it also the ability of martial arts?"

Zhao Yaoyao stared at Lu An up and down with her chin resting, her eyes shining brightly, as if she was looking at a rare species that had become extinct.

"No, that's my own reason. It can be understood as a special physique. Others don't have this ability."

"Oh."

...

In the end, the eight Gu Mengmeng came out of the cafeteria with their own mounts in a trance.

It will take some time to recover from the shock caused by the loss of martial arts.

In order to ensure that they don't talk nonsense and confess themselves, before leaving, Lu An also asked the assistant to impose a small restraint.

Guarantee that your name will not appear on related issues.

Early the next morning.

Everyone gathered at the training ground, waiting for their instructors to arrive.

"I can finally go back."

Stretching, Lu An was holding a big basket in his hand, which contained a sleeping little white fox and three beasts, with a dog squatting at his feet.

"Goodbye! Chen Mo, remember to turn on your phone when you go back!"

He said goodbye to Chen Mo and Zhao Yanjun with a smile, and returned to his team.

"Hey Lao Lu, I heard that Feng Qing and some other evildoers found an island in the lake these days. The island is full of top-level spiritual fruits. We are here!"

Xiang Yuanshen came over to whisper mysteriously, his eyes extremely serious.

Island in the lake? Spirit fruit?

The two key words immediately reminded Lu An of a certain memory.

He remembered that the one who echoed the two key words seemed to be the giant turtle sleeping in the lake as the little assistant said before?

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