Chen Songzi's face was full of surprises, and his five bodies cast the ground: "Disciple, thank you Master for your great grace!"

"Operation technique." Chen Mo said lightly.

Chen Songzi hurriedly sat down cross-legged and ran the exercises.

"The true spirit is perfect, the master is on his own!"

Chen Mo said lightly, and lightly patted Chen Songzi's back, a spiritual power that was a thousand times purer than Chen Songzi's body slowly poured in.

Chen Songzi was shocked, and finally understood why Chen Mo was so powerful, and 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 the dantian quickly reached a saturated state.

Bang!

A powerful breath swept across a radius of fifty meters, Chen Songzi slowly got up, suspended in the air, like a **** and demon descending into the world.

Floating in the void, the master of transformation!

Chen Songzi restrained his breath and knelt to the ground suddenly: "Master is great, my disciples have nothing to pay for! I am willing to be a cow and horse for the master, and thank the master!"

Chen Mo nodded lightly: "Get up, clean up, tomorrow morning, let me go to Hanyang."

Even if he became a master, Chen Songzi was still respectful to Chen Mo, like the most loyal old servant: "Yes!"

In the next room, Yan Qingcheng looked at Chen Songzi's room in a daze.

Sangsang sensed that powerful aura, and his expression was astonished: "Daochang Chen, you have become a master!"

Although Yan Qingcheng is not a person in the martial arts world, he has been fascinated by his eyes for a long time, and he also knows that the master represents the highest existence in the martial arts world.

A month ago, Chen Songzi was just an ordinary person like her, but after paying homage to Chen Mo as his teacher, it took Chen Songzi less than a month to become an existence at the pinnacle of the martial arts world.

"What kind of first beauty can't even control her own marriage! Miss Qianjin, what about Wanguan family wealth? You can also escape from birth, old age, sickness and death. Only by following Chen Mo can you control your own destiny. I can't help my life!"

A touch of determination flashed across Yan Qingcheng's face, and he walked out the door quickly.

Sangsang asked puzzledly: "Miss, what are you doing?"

Yan Qingcheng did not answer, but Sangsang hurriedly followed out.

Yan Qingcheng stopped until the door of Chen Songzi's room, remembering what Chen Mo had said last time, Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face turned red slightly.

Slender hands pushed open the door directly and looked at Chen Mo who was sitting on a chair holding a tea cup with one hand.

Yan Qingcheng took a deep breath, his proud chest heaving violently, strode up to Chen Mo and stared at Chen Mo intently.

Chen Mo was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Yan Qingcheng puzzledly, wondering what she wanted to do so aggressively?

Yan Qingcheng suddenly knelt on the ground and looked at Chen Mo stubbornly: "I want to worship you as a teacher. As long as you teach me the cultivation method, I am willing to pay any price!"

After speaking the last sentence, Yan Qingcheng's face flushed to the base of his neck. This look of Yanjing's first beauty is enough to fascinate any normal man.

Chen Mo knew that Yan Qingcheng had misunderstood the "price" he was referring to. Last time he wanted Yan Qingcheng to retreat, so he didn't break it. He didn't expect that Yan Qingcheng would not give up, and he could give up his body and dignity.

Sangsang, who followed closely, saw this scene, and her mouth opened slightly in surprise, looking at Yan Qingcheng incredulously.

How arrogant Yan Qingcheng is, Sangsang knows best that she can kneel down for Chen Mo and is willing to pay any price. It shows how determined Yan Qingcheng is!

Chen Mo refused Yan Qingcheng once, but Sangsang felt that no man could refuse Yan Qingcheng who was willing to pay any price, the first beauty of Yanjing.

Chen Mo is no exception!

However, Sangsang was disappointed.

Chen Mo looked at Yan Qingcheng, shook his head, and said lightly: "I see your determination, but it is not enough to worship me as a teacher. I need to see your perseverance."

"Perseverance?" Yan Qingcheng looked disappointed and looked at Chen Mo in confusion, "What kind of perseverance do you want to see?"

Chen Mo put down the teacup, his voice was misty: "Then you need to experience it yourself. You can withdraw!"

Yan Qingcheng stood up, a little angry in her beautiful big eyes, and a touch of stubbornness: "I will let you see my perseverance. From today on, I will follow you, be your personal maid, serve tea, pour water, and make the bed. Stack the quilt until you agree to accept me as a disciple!"

Chen Songzi has a weird face, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

Sangsang was shocked, as if he had met Yan Qingcheng for the first time.

If people know that Yanjing's first beauty has taken the initiative to act as a personal servant for Chen Mo, how many men are heartbroken, and they can't wait to pick up a kitchen knife and hunt Chen Mo around the world.

Chen Mo also frowned slightly, but he didn't believe that a lady like Yan Qingcheng would condescend to be a maidservant for him, and did not take Yan Qingcheng's words to heart.

Watching Yan Qingcheng leave and confessing to Chen Songzi's steady cultivation skills, Chen Mo returned to his room.

Chen Mogang was sitting cross-legged on the bed cultivating when someone knocked on the door.

There is no need to open the door. Chen Mo knows who the person is based on his breath alone, and can't help but frown.

Chen Mo didn't open the door, hoping she could get out of the situation.

However, every few seconds, she knocked on the door 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.

Come to the bed, put down the basin, which is half a basin of hot water.

"Master, slave servants are waiting for you to wash your feet." Yan Qingcheng said lightly, neither humble nor overbearing.

Chen Mo looked at her with no expression on his face: "You don't have to be like this. I don't accept you as a disciple because my path is not suitable for you."

If Yan Qingcheng hadn't heard of it, his voice slightly improved, and he still said faintly: "Master, slave servants are waiting for you to wash your feet."

Chen Mo didn't move, looking at Yan Qingcheng's beautiful face quietly, as if he wanted to see through this peerless beauty's inner thoughts.

It's a pity that even if Chen Moxiu is a Tongtian, he still can't see through a woman's heart.

Seeing that Chen Mo was still motionless, Yan Qingcheng grabbed Chen Mo's feet directly, took off his socks, and pressed them in the basin.

The water temperature is just right, and the beautiful woman's palms are as gentle as jade, soft and boneless.

Looking down at Yan Qingcheng, she squatted down, hanging her head slightly, her long black hair resting on her fragrant shoulders, with a serious look.

After washing, Yan Qingcheng carefully wiped Chen Mo dry, bowed and saluted: "The slave and maid retire!"

Lifting the washbasin, Yan Qingcheng walked away slowly, with no sorrow and joy in Juebeau, cold as an immortal.

Chen Mo kept watching her quietly from beginning to end, until she walked out the door and closed the door.

Being served by the goddess in this way, Chen Mo didn't have the flattering feeling of ordinary men, and his face was still plain.

"Serving a great cultivator of the God Transformation Realm is not a shame. If you can hold on for a month, I will take you on the road to the real world against the sky and help you change your life!"

At this time, the door was opened again, and Yan Qingcheng, who changed into a plain white nightgown, walked in again, with long hair and shawl, with a peerless face, which suffocated countless men.

Chen Mo frowned, what is this going to do?

Yan Qingcheng walked straight to the bed with a flushed face, took off his shoes, revealing Yuyu's feet, climbed onto the bed, and lay quietly under the quilt.

Chen Mo was suffocating his breath, got out of the bed helplessly, came to a corner of the room, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and practiced.

Yan Qingcheng didn't bother, lying quietly on the bed, breathing gradually evenly.