Chen Songzi's face was full of surprise, and he bowed to the ground: "Disciple, thank you Master for your great kindness!"
"Operation technique." Chen Mo said calmly.
Chen Songzi hurriedly sat down cross-legged and started to use the technique.
"When the true energy is perfect, the master becomes his own!"
Chen Mo said lightly, patted Chen Songzi's back gently, and a spiritual power that was a thousand times purer than the true energy in Chen Songzi's body slowly poured in.
Chen Songzi was shocked and finally understood why Chen Mo was so powerful. The quality of this spiritual power alone was far behind him.
The powerful spiritual power was absorbed by Chen Songzi, and the true energy in his Dantian quickly reached saturation.
Bang!
A powerful aura swept across a fifty-meter radius. Chen Songzi slowly stood up and floated in the air, like a god or demon coming to the world.
Suspended in the void, the master of transformation!
Chen Songzi restrained his breath and fell to his knees suddenly: "Master, I have no way to repay you for your great kindness! I am willing to work as a cow and horse for master to repay you!"
Chen Mo nodded lightly: "Get up, tidy up, and come with me to Hanyang early tomorrow morning."
Even after becoming a master, Chen Songzi still treated Chen Mo with respect, like the most loyal old servant: "As you command!"
In the next room, Yan Qingcheng looked at Chen Songzi's room, quietly in a daze.
Sangsang sensed the powerful aura and was filled with astonishment: "Taoist Chen, you have become a master!"
Although Yan Qingcheng is not a member of the martial arts world, he has been exposed to it for a long time and knows that the grandmaster represents the pinnacle of the martial arts world.
A month ago, Chen Songzi was just an ordinary person like her, but after becoming Chen Mo's disciple, Chen Songzi became a person at the pinnacle of the martial arts world in less than a month.
"What kind of beauty is she? She can't even control her own marriage! What about the rich lady and the wealth? She can't escape birth, old age, illness and death either. Only by following Chen Mo can I control my own destiny. My destiny is up to me!"
A look of determination flashed across Yan Qingcheng's face and she walked out of the door quickly.
Sangsang asked in confusion: "Miss, what are you doing?"
Yan Qingcheng didn't answer, and Sang Sang hurriedly followed him out.
Yan Qingcheng didn't stop until she reached the door of Chen Songzi's room. Thinking of what Chen Mo said last time, Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face turned slightly red.
With her slender hands, she pushed open the door and looked at Chen Mo, who was sitting on the chair with a tea cup in one hand.
Yan Qingcheng took a deep breath, her proud chest rose and fell violently, and strode up to Chen Mo, looking at Chen Mo intently.
Chen Mo was stunned for a moment and looked at Yan Qingcheng in confusion, wondering what she wanted to do with her fierceness
Yan Qingcheng suddenly knelt on the ground and looked at Chen Mo stubbornly: "I want to become your teacher. As long as you teach me the method of cultivation, I am willing to pay any price!"
After saying the last sentence, Yan Qingcheng's face turned red to the root of her neck. This appearance of Yanjing's most beautiful woman was enough to charm any normal man.
Chen Mo knew that Yan Qingcheng had misunderstood the 'price' he was referring to. The last time he wanted Yan Qingcheng to retreat despite the difficulties, he did not point it out. Unexpectedly, Yan Qingcheng refused to give up, and even gave up her body and dignity.
Sang Sang, who was following closely, saw this scene, her mouth opened slightly in surprise, and she looked at Yan Qingcheng in disbelief.
Sang Sang knows how arrogant Yan Qingcheng is. She can actually kneel down to Chen Mo and is willing to pay any price. This shows how determined Yan Qingcheng is!
Chen Mo rejected Yan Qingcheng once, but Sang Sang felt that no man could reject Yan Qingcheng, the most beautiful woman in Yanjing, who was willing to pay any price.
Chen Mo is no exception!
However, Sangsang was disappointed.
Chen Mo looked at Yan Qingcheng, shook his head, and said calmly: "I see your determination, but if you want to become my disciple, this is not enough. I need to see your perseverance."
"Perseverance?" Yan Qingcheng looked disappointed and looked at Chen Mo with some confusion: "What kind of perseverance do you want to see?"
Chen Mo put down the tea cup and said in a vague voice: "Then you need to experience it yourself. Just step back!"
Yan Qingcheng stood up, with a bit of anger and a hint of stubbornness in her beautiful big eyes: "I will let you see my perseverance. From today on, I will follow you and be your personal maid, serving tea and water and making the bed. Fold the quilt until you agree to accept me as your disciple!"
Chen Songzi had a weird look on his face. He wanted to laugh but didn't dare.
Sang Sang's face was full of shock, as if she was meeting Yan Qingcheng for the first time.
If people knew that the most beautiful woman in Yanjing took the initiative to work as Chen Mo's personal maid, I don't know how many men would be heartbroken and sad, wishing they could pick up a kitchen knife and hunt Chen Mo all over the world.
Chen Mo also frowned slightly, but he didn't believe that a rich lady like Yan Qingcheng would condescend to be his maid, so he didn't take Yan Qingcheng's words to heart.
After watching Yan Qingcheng leave and telling Chen Songzi to stabilize his cultivation, Chen Mo returned to his room.
Chen Mo was just sitting cross-legged on the bed practicing, when someone knocked on the door.
Without opening the door, Chen Mo knew who was coming just by sensing his breath, and couldn't help but frown.
Chen Mo didn't open the door, hoping that she would retreat.
However, she knocked on the door every few seconds for ten minutes.
Chen Mo sighed helplessly, and with a wave of his hand, the door was opened.
Yan Qingcheng walked in with a basin of water and a towel.
He came to the bedside and put down the basin, which was half full of hot water.
"Master, I will wash your feet here." Yan Qingcheng said calmly, neither humble nor overbearing.
Chen Mo looked at her with an expressionless expression: "You don't have to be like this. I don't accept you as my disciple because my path is not suitable for you."
Yan Qingcheng seemed not to have heard anything, and raised her voice slightly, still saying calmly: "Master, I will wash your feet here."
Chen Mo did not move and looked at Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face quietly, as if he wanted to see through the inner thoughts of this peerless beauty.
It's a pity that even if Chen Mo cultivates to heaven, he still can't see through a woman's heart.
Seeing that Chen Mo was still motionless, Yan Qingcheng grabbed Chen Mo's feet, took off his socks, and pressed them into the basin.
The water temperature was just right, and the beauty's palms were as warm as jade, soft and boneless. Even with Chen Mo's Taoist heart, he couldn't help but sway lightly.
Looking down at Yan Qingcheng, she squatted down, her head slightly lowered, her long black hair resting on her shoulders, looking serious.
After washing, Yan Qingcheng carefully dried Chen Mo, bowed and saluted: "My slave, please leave!"
Picking up the washbasin, Yan Qingcheng left slowly. Her beautiful face was neither sad nor happy, as cold as an immortal.
Chen Mo watched her quietly from beginning to end until she walked out and closed the door.
Being served by a goddess like this, Chen Mo didn't feel as flattered as an ordinary man would, and his expression remained calm.
"Serving a great cultivator in the realm of gods is not an insult to you. If you can persist for a month, I will take you on a true path to defy heaven and help you change your destiny!"
At this time, the door was opened again, and Yan Qingcheng, who had changed into a plain white nightgown, walked in again, with long hair shawl and a peerless face that made countless men suffocate.
Chen Mo frowned, what should he do
Yan Qingcheng walked straight to the bed, her face flushed, she took off her shoes, revealing her jade-like feet, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly under the quilt.
Chen Mo's breath was suffocated, and he got out of bed helplessly, went to the corner of the room, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and practiced.
Yan Qingcheng didn't bother him and lay quietly on the bed, breathing gradually evenly.