Fantasy, The Cultivation Base From The Previous Life Cannot Be Sealed

Chapter 2 Do You Believe Me When I Say I Am Your Son?

The Temple of Killing God, the main hall.

The three of Mu Canglan surrounded the boss who was picked up by them.

"Boss, how is the effect of this seal?"

Mu Canglan asked.

"The effect of the seal this time is not bad, but it's just a bit too much, and the means of tearing the space and moving it can't be used anymore."

Yan said with some embarrassment.

"Boss, how about your current strength, can you let go of your hands and feet?"

"Well, that's true, and this is the only thing that makes me more gratified."

Yan moved his body, as if he was adapting to his current strength.

Mu Canglan gave Yang Qiye a wink, and both of them had smirks on their faces at the same time.

When Baili took a look, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"What do you two want?"

"Why not."

"What can we do? Didn't you say that after the boss's seal is completed, we should discuss with the boss?"

When Baili Yidao heard it, he broke out in a cold sweat.

"You two are god damn, I'm just kidding, you really take it seriously."

Speaking of this, Baili Yidao seemed to feel that he had said the wrong thing, and then hurriedly covered his mouth.

However, it was too late.

When he turned his head, he found that Yan was looking at him maliciously.

"Boss, don't!"

"Boss..."

"what……"

After a few minutes.

Yan flicked his wrist, feeling a little unfinished.

Baili Yidao lay on the ground with his face covered, motionless, and there was a bit of crying in his voice.

"Damn you two, I will pay you back one day."

Mu Canglan and Yang Qiye laughed to themselves.

"Okay, okay, stop teasing him," Yan said, "I asked you guys to investigate how things went."

Hearing this, Mu Canglan's expression immediately became serious.

"Boss, we have checked what you said these days. You are originally from the Huo family in Yancheng, Xiaguo, on the border of the Eastern Region. Your father's name is Huoyun. Now you open a blacksmith on a hill outside Yancheng. shop."

"Huojia, blacksmith shop."

Yan repeated these two nouns.

"Yes, boss, you are the third eldest at home, and you have two older sisters."

Mu Canglan continued.

"What about my mother?"

"Boss, the matter of your mother is still under investigation, but it doesn't seem to be within the Xia Kingdom."

Yan raised his head abruptly, scaring Mu Canglan into a shudder.

"Boss, I've been doing my best to investigate, but I'm really unfamiliar with the place there, and you asked me to investigate secretly, so..."

Mu Canglan looked a little nervous, because he had never seen the boss like this before.

"How about this, you send me to Yancheng first, and I will come to you later if I have something to do."

Hearing this, the three of Mu Canglan relaxed.

"Boss, do you want us to go with you?"

Yan waved his hand, then took out three Jade Slips and threw them to the three people in front of him.

"You guys just stay here for now, if needed, I will use Jade Slip to contact you."

Yang Qiye looked carefully at the Jade Slip in his palm, and asked:

"Boss, the Eastern Territory is too far away from the Temple of Killing God, will this thing work?"

"Don't worry, this was specially refined before my Cultivation Base was sealed. As long as it is still in this world, there will be no problem."

"Ah? This little thing is so magical. What the hell is it?"

"this……"

Yan really didn't name him, it was just practiced on a whim.

"Just call him..."

"Just call him the phone."

"Mobile phone? What is the meaning of the name, the phone in your hand..."

Mu Canglan was a little puzzled.

"That's just a name, what else can it be used for? Whether you use it or not, daddy won't give it to you."

Saying that, Yan reached out to grab the Jade Slip in Mu Canglan's hand.

The latter quickly put it away, retreated a few steps, and smiled silly.

"Boss, are you impatient again? Am I joking?"

"Boss, Mu's second son is owed, you beat him!"

Baili touched the two preserved eggs hanging on his face with one hand, and grinned in pain.

"A knife for a hundred miles, isn't it enough for you to have a meal from the boss, and you have to have another meal."

"Come and come, who is afraid of whom?"

Although Baili Yidao thinks he is no match for Mu Canglan, but now barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes, my face has been beaten like this, and I will admit it if I do it twice.

"Okay, okay, it's not over yet, when I leave, you can fight whatever you like."

"Go, Xiaoqi, take me there."

After speaking, Yan stood up and walked outside the hall.

While walking, Yan seemed to remember something, suddenly turned around and said;

"Since my father's surname is Huo, and I am the third child, my name will be Huo San from today on."

"Anyway, there are three fires when Yan disassembles it. It's good to name it casually..."

"That's right, it's better to have a simple name," Baili Yidao muttered in a low voice, "It's like our village, what kind of dung, pillars, dog eggs, etc..."

"Huh? Boss, why are you slapping your hands..."

"what--"

...

Outside Yancheng.

hillside.

A shabby-looking blacksmith shop was emitting green smoke.

A middle-aged man with gray temples but a bit of resoluteness was beating a piece of iron embryo.

This is the order he just received today, farm tools from nearby villages.

"Boss, how is business today!"

A man carrying a hoe stood at the door of the blacksmith shop and asked.

"It's still the same as usual," the blacksmith raised his head, showing his angular face, and replied with a smile, "Do you want to change your hoe, I think your hoe is rusty!"

The man at the door waved his hands again and again.

"No, no, no, I'm fine."

Looking back at the rusty hoe, he sighed.

The harvest has not been good in the past few years, so there is no money to exchange for hoes.

The middle-aged man stood up and hammered his old waist a few times.

"Well, you take that hoe, and I'll polish it for you."

He got up and walked over.

"Boss, this is not good."

"What's wrong with this, folks in the village, they should help each other."

"This... it will be done. When the grain is harvested, I will ask you to build a good hoe, and I want the best!"

"That's a deal."

After some careful polishing, the rusty hoe can be regarded as restored to its original glory.