Mu Zifan looked back at Gu Jin who was standing behind him, with gratitude and respect on his face.
"Thank you master!"
His voice was heavy and excited.
Gu Jin waved to him, returned to the sofa and sat down, staring at Mu Zifan's surprised face, but she frowned.
"Your dantian is seriously damaged, but what happened to you?"
Although the words were doubtful, her tone was very certain.
Patriarch Mu and Mu Zifan were at a loss.
Mu Zifan: "No."
Patriarch Mu: "What do you mean by Xiao Jiuye?"
Gu Jin rubbed his fingertips, and said slowly: "Mu Zifan's dantian is damaged, I don't think it looks like a hidden wound from a fight, his dantian is like a funnel, no matter how much spiritual energy he absorbs, it's useless."
"How is this possible?!" Patriarch Mu's expression changed drastically.
Mu Zifan's expression was not very good either.
The dantian is like a funnel, which is simply a disaster for a monk.
Gu Jin looked thoughtful: "Have you ever experienced strange things before?"
Patriarch Mu and Mu Zifan shook their heads at the same time.
Over the years, because Mu Zifan is relatively cold, he is the first son and grandson of Mu's parents, and he is a role model for the children of many aristocratic families in Youcheng. Few people take the initiative to ask him to discuss.
On the contrary, there were occasional innocuous discussions with the juniors in the family.
Patriarch Mu told Gu Jin these, and the latter shook his head slightly.
"It's not an injury caused by fighting, it's like he took something that destroyed the root of his dantian."
Patriarch Mu's expression darkened: "The cooks of the Mu family are all confidantes, and we spend the same amount on food and drink every day."
The aura between Gu Jin's fingers went towards Patriarch Mu, and the aura circled around the opponent's body. There was nothing wrong with Patriarch Mu's dantian.
She held her chin to think, but couldn't tell what was going on.
Based on what she "saw" when she repaired Mu Zifan's dantian just now, the other party probably caused it by taking something for a long time.
Gu Jin stared at Mu Zifan who had receded from excitement, showing a blank and cold face, and asked, "Is there anything you like to eat on weekdays?"
"Eh...does durian count?" Mr. Mu seemed a little shy.
Patriarch Mu: "Yes, Zifan usually likes to eat durian from the south, and he is the only one in the family who likes to eat it."
Patriarch Mu also has this love for his eldest son, which seems a bit hard to say.
The smell of durian is so amazing that most people really can't smell it.
But Zifan just likes that.
Gu Jin smiled, and there was a bit of teasing in the smile.
Durian is a precious thing.
People who love to eat like it very much, and those who don't like to eat can't even smell the taste.
Gu Jin asked: "Where do the durians at home come from?"
The head of the Mu family quickly said: "A branch of the Mu family settled in the south. They know that Zifan likes to eat, and they send a lot of durians every year."
Hearing that it was a branch of the Mu family, Gu Jin felt that it was not easy to talk about it.
She thought for a while: "I'm not too sure about the specific reason now. When you have time, you can bring the durian over and I'll see. Maybe it's some other food."
Patriarch Mu nodded, looking at his son sitting cross-legged on the ground, the worry on his face did not fade away.
"Master Jiu, is Zifan's cultivation okay?"
Gu Jin shook his head at Patriarch Mu: "It's okay. When he broke through just now, I have already repaired his dantian. Recently, I have practiced more diligently. In time, I will definitely break through again, and my cultivation base will be more stable than before."
Patriarch Mu was grateful: "Thank you, Little Ninth Master!"
Mu Zifan said in a submissive voice, "Thank you, master!"
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