Shen Mubai knew that after a series of accidents, the male protagonist became the present appearance is already very good, even if he is a monk, if his spiritual roots are destroyed overnight and he loses his cultivation, he is either crazy or unable to think about it.
But Yan Rong survived, not only that, but in the face of many tribulations, she chose to endure. I don't know whether such a temperament is good or bad, but what is certain is that if such a person has the opportunity, he can make a great achievement in the realm of cultivation.
Thinking of this, Shen Mubai did not rush to leave, but sat down.
Yan Rong moved her chopsticks, looked up at the person opposite, paused slightly when her gaze touched the oil stain on the sleeve, then closed her eyes, and calmly picked up the vegetables.
Shen Mubai didn't know what she was revealing at this moment, and said with a cold tone, "I want to cure your spiritual roots as a teacher."
Although he had already noticed it in his heart, but from this mouth, Yan Rong couldn't help but look up.
Shen Mubai looked at his dark eyes and did not avoid them, "If after three months, you reshape your spiritual root and enter the foundation building, as a teacher, I will give you one of the places to enter the small secret realm."
The hands holding the chopsticks tightened slightly, and Yan Rong said in a deep voice, "Master, this disciple is nothing but a waste right now, so why bother you."
His tone was very calm, as if what he was stating was nothing more than someone else's business.
Shen Mubai really couldn't figure out whether the hero's heart is stagnant, or he has given up on himself, she said coldly, "Whether it works or not, you have to try it."
Yan Rong stopped talking, he silently picked up the dishes on the plate, and continued to eat.
His movements were unhurried, but after a while, he swept everything on the table clean.
There was relief in Shen Mubai's eyes, but he didn't show it on his face, he just said, "Now besides the daily medicinal bath, I have to ask you to do some other things as a teacher."
Yan Rong silently listened to the things she explained, and every time the other party said a word, the look in his eyes became more and more understanding.
Shen Mubai didn't notice it, took out something from the storage bag, threw it in front of the opponent and said, "This is the fire stone, as long as you wear it on your body, you won't suffer from the cold at night."
Yan Rong looked at the object with downcast eyes, then reached out to pick it up, and his cold body instantly warmed up.
Seeing that he was willing to accept, Shen Mubai breathed a sigh of relief, "It's getting late, I will come to see you tomorrow as a teacher, remember, don't miss any of the things that you have been told to do, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted."
After her figure disappeared into the bamboo hut, Yan Rong raised those dark black eyes, twisted the Fire Spirit Stone in his hand, showing no expression on his face.
In this way, after soaking in the medicinal bath for a few days, Shen Mubai changed another prescription.
The medicinal effect of this prescription is stronger, but fortunately, even if Yan Rong loses her cultivation, her body is not that bad, and she can still endure it.
And what Shen Mubai explained was nothing more than meditating every day, getting rid of distracting thoughts, these things.
Perhaps for other mortals, these requirements may be difficult, but for Yan Rong's temperament, it is not too difficult.
Shen Mubai was just afraid that the other party would feel that he was teasing him, after all three months to reshape the spiritual root and establish the foundation is simply a fantasy, even the most powerful genius in the cultivation world may not be able to do this.
Once the other party thinks that he is teasing him, he will naturally not take these things to heart, so there is no success.
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