Wu Mo didn't know what Nebula Liquid was, but it didn't hinder his understanding of these words. A scene from a year ago suddenly came to mind.
The hormones of young males are always relatively strong. In Meiji Town, Wu Mo and boys of the same age often engage in martial arts dramas because of trivial matters. He acted in his true colors and basically occupied the role of the winner.
But a few years ago, he suffered a loss at the Zidan River Wharf in the south of the town.
The reason is simple, that is the opponent's territory, reinforcements have come, but he is alone. Although Wu Mo still waved the wooden stick confidently, rushed into the crowd and fought with everyone, knocking over several of them, but he was outnumbered and received many blows on his head and body.
A good man doesn't want to suffer any immediate losses. He jumps out of the circle smartly, leans on the roots, and throws down a throat that will not lose.
"Hey, be careful. When I become a warrior, I will teach you a lesson!"
Unexpectedly, behind his back, someone suddenly said,
"Warriors are not trained!"
Wu Mo was very dissatisfied when he heard this. He didn't look back at that time. He didn't know who was angry and shouted angrily,
"You didn't get it through practice, did you get it while sleeping?"
When he turned around and saw that it was Mr. Hammer watching the fun, he couldn't help but shuddered and swallowed the foul language behind him. Unexpectedly, the old man nodded and said approvingly,
"A boy can be taught. In fact, he is pretty much the same."
"Crack!"
Wu Mo stared at the old man's retreating figure in stunned silence. At this moment, his dream of being a warrior was almost overturned. He really wanted to catch up to the old man and ask him how he should sleep! But when Uncle Iron Hammer just turned around, the coldness in his eyes froze Wu Mo's forward body.
For many days after that, the words "warriors are not trained" made him unable to eat well or sleep, and he was extremely depressed and uncomfortable.
Later, Wu Mo finally figured it out.
"If becoming a warrior only requires hard work and study, then the streets would already be full of warriors."
There are many people who have better conditions than him and have practiced harder!
"Since it's not something you can train, then becoming a warrior must have some secret that you don't know."
This mutual confirmation can be regarded as solving the knot.
Darling, Wu Mo can figure it out with his butt. This good guy’s Nebula liquid must come from an alien planet. On the planet Kot, the original liquid must be worth a sky-high price that he can’t even imagine. In addition to needing money, it’s impossible to buy such a liquid on the planet Kot. One shot, there must be other conditions and restrictions.
Otherwise, how could there be only one warrior in Meiji Town, with a population of nearly 30,000, namely Uncle Hammer.
At the same time as the doubts were cleared, the status of the warrior in Wu Mo's heart fell sharply, but it immediately aroused his other thoughts. There was a vague premonition in his heart that urgently needed Si Wenjun's confirmation.
Young lady, you are not warriors, so what on earth are you? Is it that kind of thing? Can I be something like you? Just keep talking!
Waiting online, it’s urgent!
Si Wenjun fell silent. It wasn't that she didn't want to reveal her identity, but when she spoke, she had many concerns and even a little regret. As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately felt something was wrong. The arrogance in her heart made her tone too contemptuous, which would make Wu Mo fundamentally resist the class of Kot warriors.
What's so admirable about the guys who win?
Too sloppy.
Judging from the way Wu Mo uses the ointment, Wu Mo's mental method must come from his family ancestors. Even if there are slight changes, it must be the result of being born out of the mainstream practice system. However, on Kot Planet, cultivators under the mainstream system like them, no matter how hard they work, are destined to do useless work.
In her eyes, Wu Mo's biggest way out in the future is probably to inject Nebula Liquid and become a pure Kot warrior.
The thousands of words she was thinking about were finally condensed into five words, which popped out of her delicate little mouth:
"We are spirits."
Brother, it’s not that I don’t want to explain it to you, it’s that I simply can’t explain it. The entire Kot planet has intentionally or unintentionally buried the concept of spiritual beings for nearly a thousand years. There are absolutely very few Kot people who have heard of this word. Not much.
However, since Wu Mo has practiced the mental method, it is impossible for him to know nothing about the spirit, but it should be limited to the extent of swallowing jujube. Let's see his reaction.
Sure enough, Wu Mo immediately asked,
"Spiritists are monks who have opened the portal to the sea of qi and can practice spiritual energy, is that right?"
Si Wenjun nodded and stroked his temples, feeling much more relaxed.
Mortals cannot speak.
Discussing with novices is not particularly difficult. It is like giving calculus courses to illiterate people. They can understand every word. However, the meaning expressed by the sentences formed by combining these words may not be what they understand. His eyes went dark and he was confused, it was no different from listening to the Book of Heaven.
But to break it down and break it down in detail, the time is tight and the tasks are heavy, and the conditions do not allow it.
Now that Wu Mo knows, it will be easier to handle. At least she can obviously save a lot of effort in explaining it.
She has long understood that with the poor creativity and productivity of the Kot people, it is impossible to make any fundamental changes to the spiritual cultivation methods. The mental method Wu Mo cultivates must be changed without changing the medicine. The spirit is the mind.
"Since you know spiritual energy, can you sense spiritual energy?"
This question shocked Wu Mo beyond measure. He has been suffering for a long time!
If it weren't for the dark night with only a few stars, Si Wenjun would have definitely seen that Wu Mo's face was red all the way to his ears. There was a hint of trembling in his voice, and he begged in a hoarse voice,
"I have been practicing the mental method for ten years, but I can neither sense a trace of spiritual energy nor feel the slightest clue to my own Qi Sea portal. Sister Si Si, can you give me some advice?"
This sentence is fundamentally different from the previous general questions.
The meaning of the request was so gloomy that Wu Mo's face turned red and white, and he made up his mind with great difficulty. He stuttered and finished the short sentence, draining all his strength.
Although he was mentally prepared to get close to noble people, in fact, it was just a human instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. When things came to an end, he truly understood that he was not suitable to accept charity from others.
Proud young man, even in the most difficult time, he has never asked for help!
"What kind of hysteria am I suffering from? I have been practicing silently for ten years, so what if there is no result in the end! Why would I ask for help?"
Moreover, the person he is seeking help from is a new person whom he has just met. Although Wu Mo couldn't say the word "Jiao Qian Yan Shen", he understood the truth behind it, which undoubtedly made him feel more guilty.
Wu Mo's eyes began to wander, and his head was so low that it almost stuck into his crotch.
"Wu Dachang is at the east end of the alley. Why does everyone call him Wu Laolai?"
"He always borrows money, or he pays it on credit, and never pays it back."
"Do you hate him?"
"Of course I hate it. It's just like this in our family. He came here several times and insisted on taking away my father's fur coat."
"That's it. You have to remember that even if you are about to starve to death, never open your mouth to ask for help. Once a precedent is set, you will be unable to stop yourself from doing such things one after another and become a Wu Xiaolai !”
Even if Wu Mo is a novice in the world of cultivation, he is like Ming Jing in his heart. Asking people to answer difficult questions about his cultivation is a hundred times more effective than asking someone to borrow money and not pay back such a trivial matter! He shook his head and turned around to leave without waiting for Si Wenjun's reply.
"My mother and I endured such hardships in those years and never opened our mouths to anyone! Now that I am strong and far from being at the end of my rope, I actually want to ask for help?"
Although Si Wenjun had known Wu Mo for a short time, he had already figured out Wu Mo's temperament. When he saw Wu Mo's actions, he didn't understand his embarrassment. In fact, this kind of thing that everyone knows is not a great secret. As long as Wu Mo is willing, he can still hear it from others. It's just a matter of time.
Besides, there was no need for Wu Mo to ask questions. She originally wanted to give this lost lamb a little puzzle.
Si Wenjun grabbed Wu Mo's half-turned body, shook his head and said,
"No one can help you with this."
Wu Moru was struck by lightning and his whole body froze.
Even under the dim starlight, Si Wenjun could see the disappointment on Wu Mo's face, like a drowning person watching helplessly as the life-saving rope dangled away from him.
People are really a collection of contradictions. Even if they are arrogant in their bones, they still feel heartbroken when they are rejected by others.
She sighed softly and comforted,
"On Kot Star, not only can you not sense the aura, but we can't sense it either. Because the aura concentration of Kot Star is close to zero, it is an apocalyptic star."
