Play the cultivation game in the world of immortality

Chapter 104
Someone came and patted Liu'er's round belly, and a wide apron was tied around his waist. It was pitch black, and the grease was so thick that it might not be cleaned off after days and nights of scraping.

Under the snow, the eyes of the two children were still alive.

He asked, "Are you going to come with me?"

"My surname is Qin, my name is Qin Jian, and I'm a cook."

"My back kitchen lacks a guy who chops wood, and a guy who makes a fire."

He paused, then continued.

"If you don't come with me now, no one will come to this place in a hundred years."

The cold voice was calmer than the ice surface, and a little quieter than the blunt knife hanging on the waist. Under the snow, there was a rustling sound.

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your agreement."

The cook's tone was very firm, unquestionable, and a pair of big oily hands stretched out into the pothole.

Yan left, saying that he was going to arrange an identity certificate for Sheng Yu. According to the new regulations under the definition of cultivation, all practitioners need to register for an identity in the practitioners' guild.After the identity verification and registration are completed, the Practitioner's Guild will issue a jade plate to the person, on which the identity information and who is the person are indicated, and it is useless other than that.

By the way, Wuzong Tower was responsible for recording and distributing the information on the jade disc. Sheng Yu didn't quite understand the significance of this move.

But she thought of something else.

"The elders in the family once said that if there is an additional population, if it is a boy, it will follow the grandfather's surname."

She didn't like the place where her brother used to stay, and she didn't want those two words lingering in front of his name.

Yan understood what she meant, and after thinking about it, it wasn't impossible.

He seldom appeared in front of people in the past, and few people knew his name and appearance. If a name is changed, it will be changed. It's a big deal.

"Then, from today on, Xiao Yan, you will be called Chu Yan." Sheng Wei smiled with crooked brows and clasped his hands together, "Grandfather will be very happy if he knows."

Yan patted her head, and his heart softened a little because of the smile.

No, from now on, it's Chu Yan.

An ordinary high-level student in the Wuzong Tower, Chu Yan.

How troublesome can it be to change the jade plate and file?Someone is not conscious of abusing his power.

"Who is your surname? It's Sheng, and Qi is your first name?"

"Are all the children in the family like us?"

He had noticed before that there was a difference in surname between Sheng Yu and her elder sister Ai Luoluo, and now he heard the rules that Sheng Yu said were very different from the world, and he was very curious.

Sheng Yu took out several storage bags, rummaged through them, and opened them one by one to check, but he didn't know what he was looking for, so he didn't raise his head.

"No, Sheng is not a surname." She shook her head, and her hands continued to move. She couldn't use her spiritual sense at the moment, and it was very troublesome to find things.

"I followed my mother, and my sister followed my grandmother."

Chu Yan was stunned: "Is there no father?"

There are more and more storage bags piled up on the table, of all kinds and colors.

I don't know if he couldn't find what he wanted in his heart, or if his words touched the old things, Sheng Yu's voice gradually softened, and the naked eye could see a little more tiredness in his expression.

"Sheng Yu, this is my name."

Mother's surname is something that cannot be mentioned, so there is no need to say it.

She looked at her younger brother, her thin lips moved slightly, but what she uttered was not words from heaven.

"Our father has no surname."

Under Bai Mu's feet, there was a tumbling flame.

The red thread hooks together to weave a net.

Hanging on it is no longer a wooden sign with wishes written down one after another.

It's a sword, one after another with a golden glow, the sword body is slender and transparent, and the tip of the sword is downward, pointing straight to the high platform in the flames.

A very light and shallow sigh came from the throne built by green grass and green leaves.

Emerald green drips down from the women's sleeves for no reason. At first, it turns into emeralds, then turns into trickles, and then merges into a vast lake.

The flames were extinguished, revealing the huge overlapping and criss-crossing root system underneath, as well as the pale white cocoon-shaped balls scattered randomly everywhere.

"Bai Wei, what are you thinking?"

He noticed that the woman beside him frowned slightly, as if she was preoccupied, and the man in white robe was also worried.

"But where is the discomfort? Is the last injury still not healed?"

"No problem."

Bai Wei raised her eyes and glanced at him, said in a neutral tone: "I'm fine, you're too nervous, Bai Chen."

After completing the task, the layers of blue waves fell back on her body again, turning into an elegant green shirt.

"What's the matter with the white-faced ghost sending you here? If it's a dissuading word, don't mention it."

Bai Chen's face was bitter, and under the wide hood was a clear and beautiful face, in terms of color, it was only a little more tender than Bai Weiwei.

"Can't I come and find you if nothing happens?"

The boy's mind is really easy to understand, he is really young, everything is clearly written on his face.

"You are indeed my younger brother." Bai Wei was silent for a moment, then continued, "But I am not your older sister."

Since a long time ago, after giving up her freedom, she is no longer a "living being".

It is the will of the tree bestowed by the gods, and it is the empty shell chosen by the gods to control the rules, nothing more.

The two of them looked at the "cocoon" under the high platform together. If Sheng Yu was here, he would be able to recognize those balls and her so-called special game pod, except for the color, there is really no difference.

"Stop it, Sister, you can't make the same mistake again and again."

The youth's ignorance of the world made Bai Wei a little impatient. Her stupid younger brother was born in a cage and hadn't experienced the taste of freedom yet.

Anger rose in her heart for no reason: "Do you want to go back by yourself, or I will invite you in."

"What is this, for me?"

Chu Yan looked at the silver-fanged ghost face stuffed into his hand in surprise. It was exactly what Sheng Yu found from the storage bags piled up like a hill after all his hard work.

"I bought it when Axue took me to the market at the bottom of the mountain. There are many interesting things and delicious snacks in the town outside the mountain gate. Everyone in the town is also very interesting, and they speak nicely."

Sheng Wei also raised a ghost face in his hand, and spun around on the stool happily.

"Look, look, I'm a ghost with a blue face and fangs."

"That, for you."

The fat cook was moving slowly on the snowy street, carrying two huge sacks on his shoulders, and every time he took a step, the soft flesh on his cheeks would shake a few times.

"Old Qin, what are you doing here? It's almost noon. Do you want to open the store?"

"People are starving to death!"

The craftsman on the side of the road glanced at the sack on his shoulder, didn't look any further, and after calling out, he continued to paint the ghost face in his hand.

"Chef Qin, you're back, hurry up and serve the food!"

"Yes, yes, just point at this one!"

"I'm sorry, Baiwei Pavilion is not open today, folks, please ask."

Qin Jian apologized one by one, and when all the people at the door of the store were dispersed, she walked into the room.

The sack rolled to the side of the table, and the boy on the table showed surprise, and stopped playing with the white ghost mask in his hand.

"Oh, it's not dead."

"You are surprised? Didn't you call me to find them?"

"Me?" The young man was puzzled, "I didn't call out."

Qin Jian's eyes showed doubts: "Did I admit the wrong person again?"

The young man was stunned, and seemed to have thought of something, his face was full of disbelief.

"What a big show." He laughed.

"Then what are you in this scene?"

"No, I'm not in the play."

The boy shook his head in denial, stretched out his hand to cover the ghost's face, and he casually tied the red string in a knot behind his head.

White face, white hair and white clothes, even though he has fangs and ghosts, he still has a clean and neat posture.

"I'm a storyteller."

(End of this chapter)