Misidentifying his own father: the supernatural son, the spiritual doctor mother

Chapter 522 Extra Story: The Love of a Cold-Faced Beautiful Man 【1】

From ancient times to the present, the Yan family has been a big family in Wushuang City for hundreds of years. This is almost independent of any country, although it belongs to Yuezhuo Country.

The members of the Yan family have always been the masters of Wushuang City, but they are fair and just, and they can do their best for the people in the city, so no people will oppose them.

In fact, they are happy that they have such a good city lord to manage everything in the city.

Yan's family has been passed down to this generation, his parents have passed away, leaving only two brothers, the eldest brother is Yan Zixiao, the No.

The city lord of Yan was indifferent and rigorous on weekdays. Although he had a handsome face, people dared not look directly at him.

But his younger brother Yan Zimo is completely different from him. He is naturally handsome and likes to attract others. What he dislikes the most is that his elder brother catches him to practice kung fu.

Because a long time ago, Uncle Cheng, the housekeeper of the Yan family, said that the second son is a waste material, a dou who can't support the wall, but the elder master Yan always does not believe in evil, and believes that it is good training to make up for one's weakness with hard work, and finds a martial artist every day Trained him, but with little success.

Fortunately, at the Battle Qi Conference a few years ago, Second Master Yan accidentally got shit luck, and was actually accepted by Yuemanlou, the national teacher of Zishen Kingdom, who was not ranked below the number one fighter in Fengyun Continent, Nangong Chenyan. Be an apprentice.

In this way, Mr. Yan finally didn't have to go to the street every day to arrest his younger brother and come back to practice in the middle of his busy business and practice.

Without this heartache, Yan Zixiao worked harder and harder.

In particular, when Lin Xiaoling, the psychic doctor who helped Yan Zimo learn from his teacher, came and told him that Yan Zimo had really made great progress, the joy in his heart was really beyond words.

After Lin Xiaoling and his wife left, Yan Cheng saw that he was in a good mood, so he brought up the old story again: "The cemetery of our Yan family in the countryside really needs to be repaired. I heard from the Feng Shui master that it is best to move the grave. The eldest son used to be on official business. I'm so busy that I don't have much time, see if this time..."

Yan Zixiao glanced at Yan Cheng: "Have you reached the point where you have to cultivate?"

He doesn't like to make large-scale construction projects. First, he feels that everything he owns comes from the people, and he can't pass his own test if he uses it for his own benefit.

Secondly, this matter is not only labor-intensive, but also time-consuming. It is already extra leisure for him to go to the capital to participate in the fighting spirit meeting every three years, and he dare not waste any more time.

When his parents were alive, he was taught every day to be diligent in all matters in the city, and not to slack off in the slightest.

Since taking over as City Lord, he has never dared to slack off.

"Although the old city lord has said these words, the city lord can't bear to see the bones of his ancestors exposed to the wilderness, right?" Yan Cheng followed the instructions carefully, "Besides, there are no major events in the city these days. The same is true for the master book, why not take advantage of this time to simply move it, it doesn’t need to cost a lot of money.”

All these words touched Yan Zixiao's heart. Although he wanted to set an example for the common people, the bones of his ancestors must not be ignored, and he could not afford to be accused of being unfilial to his descendants.

"Okay, that's it. I remember you've already found that geomantic treasure. It's on the outskirts of the city. It will be convenient for offering sacrifices in the future, and it won't be too expensive." Yan Zixiao finally nodded, "But remember not to disturb the people. "

"Don't worry, City Master, I will take care of everything." Yan Cheng was quite relieved, the eldest son finally let go.

(End of this chapter)