I'm so tired of winning by spending money on beauties.

"In addition to practicing this year, the sect master has asked his disciples to refine more elixirs and talismans, and organized a monthly fighting competition. He himself would occasionally walk out of the temple to fight against the White Tiger." Zi Ye said thoughtfully.

Chi Jiujiu, "Okay, I understand."

It seems that the beauty has been no more idle than her during this period.

After chatting with the two leaves for a while, Chi Jiujiu asked them to leave.

The two maids left for a moment.

Shen Mojin came over.

Chi Jiujiu was a little surprised, "My beautiful lady, are you done with your work?"

Shen Mojin sat down gracefully, his black eyes smiling, "Yeah."

"My beautiful lady, try the pastries that Hongye sent over. They taste great." Chi Jiujiu picked up a piece of pastry and handed it to Shen Mojin who was sitting next to her, looking at the man's handsome face with shining eyes.

"Have some wine, I don't like sweets." Shen Mojin refused softly.

"Tsk, when I bought you milk tea, you didn't even refuse." Chi Jiujiu complained in a low voice.

"That's because Jiujiu gave it to me. It contains spiritual power. This dessert is just ordinary." Shen Mojin chuckled, his black eyes sparkling, and his deep facial features softened their coldness because of a smile.

"Okay, come, eat some fruit." She handed Shen Mojin a Zhuyan fruit.

Shen Mojin stretched out his bony hand to take it, brought it to his lips and took two light bites.

lay down.

The ink-black sleeves form a sharp contrast with the white hands, giving a sense of dignity and elegance.

Chi Jiujiu, "Not tasty?"

"No." Shen Mojin chewed it a few times, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the fruit into his stomach.

Chi Jiujiu stared at the man's movements in a daze.

"Jiujiu?" Shen Mojin smiled and stared into the woman's dilated pupils.

"what?"

Chi Jiu came back to his senses in a daze, put his hands on his cheeks, and chuckled, "My beautiful lady is getting more beautiful."

Shen Mojin looked quite pleased when he heard this.

"Jiujiu, I'll ask Mo Shijiu and the others to collect all the items you need for you these few days. Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you how to practice, okay?"

Chi Jiujiu nodded, "No problem."

"Let me test your spiritual roots first." Shen Mojin took out a crystal ball.

Chi Jiujiu suddenly asked, "My dear, if I don't have spiritual roots, will I be unable to practice?"

Shen Mojin paused and was silent for two seconds, choosing his words carefully. "The levels of spiritual roots are from high to low, namely, heavenly spiritual roots, single spiritual roots, double spiritual roots... five spiritual roots. Jiujiu only needs to have five spiritual roots, and I can help you practice."

Chi Jiujiu, "Come on, come on, I hope I have spiritual roots."

"Jiujiu, clear your mind and hold the crystal ball." Shen Mojin placed the crystal ball in the woman's palm.

Chi Jiujiu emptied herself and held the ball in her hand according to Shen Mojin's instructions.

A moment.

The crystal ball in her hand emitted a dazzling green light.

"Single wood spiritual root, Jiujiu's spiritual root aptitude is very good." Shen Mojin breathed a sigh of relief.

"Great, I can practice, too." Chi Jiujiu's face lit up with joy, but suddenly her face fell, "But I'm already 21 years old, and I'll be 22 in a month. They say that the younger you are, the better it is to practice. Am I too old?"

"It's okay. That's only for those who lack the resources for cultivation." Shen Mojin whispered comfortingly.

"Then what's your spiritual root?" Chi Jiujiu handed the crystal ball back to the man.

"Natural spiritual roots." Shen Mojin replied.

"Are there no attribute divisions for spiritual roots? My beautiful lady."

"Yes, it depends on the situation." Shen Mojin said briefly.

"There are two types of spiritual roots: chaotic spiritual roots and attribute spiritual roots. I belong to the former," he explained.

"So that's how it is. But I only have a single wood spiritual root. Can you teach me how to practice, my beauty?" Chi Jiujiu had doubts written on her face.

According to her experience of watching fantasy dramas, disciples with wood spiritual roots usually choose to worship a powerful person with wood spiritual roots as their master.

I don’t think such a beautiful lady knows a little bit of everything.

"Chaos spiritual roots are quite special. They can be used to cultivate mental methods of various attributes. I am also familiar with Jiujiu's wood-attributed mental method, so there is no need to worry that I can't teach Jiujiu."

"Okay." Chi Jiujiu said in a sweet voice, "You don't have any disciples, right?"

"Jiujiu, you're worrying too much." Shen Mojin put the crystal ball into the storage ring.

Chi Jiujiu smiled slyly, "Let me make it clear first, you teach me how to practice, but I won't call you Master."

"I don't mind Jiujiu calling me Master." Shen Mojin's voice was low and magnetic, and his black eyes looked at the woman's eyes playfully.

Chi Jiujiu stood up slightly, took two steps, and approached the tall, dignified and noble man.

With one hand on the armrest of the pearwood chair and the other on Shen Mojin's shoulder, he leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Master, are you sure? The beauty likes to play the role of master-disciple, huh?"

The hot breath sprayed on his ears, and the itchy feeling spread to the bottom of his heart. Shen Mojin's eyes dimmed slightly.

He stretched out his hand.

He pulled the woman into his arms.

immediately.

He lowered his head to look at her small face, his handsome nose touching the woman's delicate nose.

"Jiujiu." Shen Mojin stared at Chi Jiujiu with his narrow black eyes for two seconds, "Compared to Master and the beauty, I prefer you to call me Wu Ajin."

"Humph."

Chi Jiujiu sat on the man's legs, her whole body limp in Shen Mojin's arms as if boneless.

Her left hand rested on the front of his shirt.

With his right hand, he pushed Shen Mojin's flawless face away, "It depends on my mood. If I'm in a good mood, I'll call you... Ah Jin?... If I'm not in a good mood, I'll call you a big fool? Haha."

Shen Mojin paused, savoring the word "Ajin" uttered by the woman.

Different from the gentleness of his elder brother Shen Zhai.

Jiujiu's voice is soft and sticky, with a sweetness unique to women.

It made his heart tremble.

Fortunately, Chi Jiujiu didn't pinch her throat and speak in a milk-squeezing sound.

Otherwise, Shen Mojin might be in another state.

"It's okay, Jiujiu can call me whatever you like." Shen Mojin looked doting and kissed the woman's forehead lightly.

"My beautiful lady, are you ill?"

"Huh?" Shen Mojin was puzzled.

What's the point of drinking wine?

Chi Jiujiu was so disappointed with Shen Mojin that she reached out and pinched his waist.

"Jiujiu, stop making trouble." Shen Mojin moved his waist. He was ticklish.

"Tsk, I won't listen to you, just wait and see if I will make a scene or not."

Chi Jiujiu raised her head and stared at Shen Mojin's dark eyes with her tea eyes.

His hands were not slow in their movements.

She quietly reached into the man's clothes, trying to touch his abdominal muscles.

However, her little movements were seen by the man throughout the whole process.

"Wine." Shen Mojin laughed softly, stretched out his big hand, and grasped her slender hand. "What do you want to do? Hmm?"

Chi Jiujiu grumbled and pulled out her grabbed hand, "My beauty, you are going too far. It won't make you lose any flesh if you touch me."

She punched the man lightly on the chest with her small hand.

"Really?" Shen Mojin smiled, his tone suddenly changed, his voice became a little hoarse, "Jiujiu, don't play with fire."

After saying this, he hugged the woman in his arms tighter.

Lower your head slightly.

Rest your head on her shoulder.

He took a deep breath of the woman's pleasant body scent.