Playing the cultivation game in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 104 Inside and outside the play

The visitor patted Liu'er's round belly, wearing a wide apron around his waist. It was pitch black and had so much grease that even scraping for days and nights would not be able to clean it off.

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

He asked: "Do you want to go with me?"

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

"My kitchen needs a guy who can chop wood, and I also need a guy who can light the fire."

He paused and continued.

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

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

"If you don't say anything, I will assume that you agree."

The cook's tone was very firm and there was no room for criticism, and a pair of big, shiny hands reached into the hole.

Yan left, saying that he was going to arrange identification for Sheng Fei. According to the new regulations under the definition of cultivation, all cultivators need to register their identity at the cultivator guild. After the identity is verified and the registration is completed,

The practitioners' guild will issue a jade plate to the person, with the identity information and the person's location written on it, but it has no use other than that.

By the way, Wutong Tower was responsible for recording and distributing the jade disc's information. Sheng Fei 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 another child, if it is a boy, he will take the surname of his maternal ancestors."

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 rarely appeared in front of people in the past, and few people knew his name or appearance. It was a big deal to change just one name.

"Then, from today on, Xiao Yan, your name will be Chu Yan." Sheng Wei smiled with crooked eyebrows and clasped his hands together, "My grandpa will definitely be very happy if he knows."

Yan touched her head, and her heart softened a little more due to the smile.

No, from now on, it’s Chu Yan.

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

How troublesome can it be to change a jade plate and a file? Someone has no consciousness of abusing his power.

"Whose surname do you have? Your surname is Sheng, and your given name is Pei?"

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

He had noticed before that there was a difference in surnames between Sheng Fei and the eldest sister Ai Luoluo she mentioned, and now he was very curious after hearing what Sheng Fei said about rules that were very different from the world.

Sheng Fei took out several storage bags and rummaged through them. He opened them one by one and looked at them. He didn't know what he was looking for and didn't even raise his head.

"No, Sheng is not a surname." She shook her head and did not stop moving her hands. She could not use her spiritual consciousness at the moment, so it was very troublesome to find the object.

"I am following my mother, and my sister is following my grandmother."

Chu Yan was stunned and said: "Don't you have a father?"

There are more and more storage bags piled up on the table, of various types and colors.

I don't know whether it was because he couldn't find what he wanted, or because his words touched on old memories, but Sheng Fei's voice gradually became softer, and his expression showed a bit more fatigue.

"Sheng Fei, 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 brother, her thin lips moved slightly, but what she said was not the words from the sky.

"Our father has no last name."

Under the feet of the white wood, there are endless flames.

The red threads are connected and weaved into a net.

What hangs above is no longer just wooden plaques with wishes written down one after another.

It was a sword, one sword after another glowing with golden light. The sword body was slender and transparent, and the tip of the sword pointed downward, pointing straight to the high platform in the flames.

A very light sigh came from the throne made of green grass and green leaves.

There is endless emerald green dripping from the woman's sleeves. At first, it is a drop of green, then it turns into a trickle, and then it becomes a vast and vast lake.

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

"Bai Wei, what are you thinking about?"

He noticed that the woman next to him was frowning slightly, as if she was worried, and the man in white robe on his side was also worried.

"But where is the discomfort? The injury from last time has not healed yet?"

"No problem."

Bai Wei raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly: "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 gown.

"What's the point of the white-faced ghost sending you here? If it's to dissuade you, there's no need to 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 childish than Bai Wei.

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

The young man's mind is really easy to understand. He is really young and everything is clearly written on his face.

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

A long time ago, after she gave up her freedom, she was no longer a "sentient being".

It is the will of the god-given tree, an empty shell chosen by the gods to control the rules, nothing more.

The two of them looked at the "cocoon" under the high platform. If Sheng Wei were here, she would definitely be able to recognize the balls and her so-called special game warehouse. Except for the color, there is really no difference.

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

The young man's ignorance of the world made Bai Wei a little impatient. Her stupid brother was born in a prison and has not yet experienced the taste of freedom.

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

"What is this for me?"

Chu Yan looked at the silver fang ghost face thrust into his hand in surprise. It was exactly what Sheng Fei had found with all his hard work from the storage bags piled up like a hill.

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

Sheng Fei also held up a ghost face in his hand and spun around on his stool with joy.

"Look, look, I'm a green-faced fanged ghost."

"That one is for you."

The fat cook moved slowly along the snowy street, carrying two huge sacks on his shoulders. The soft flesh on his cheeks trembled a few times with every step he took.

"Old Qin, what are you doing here? It's almost the middle of the day, do you want to open the store?"

"People are starving to death!"

The craftsman on the roadside glanced at the sack on his shoulder, didn't look any further, called out, and then went on to paint the ghost face in his hand.

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

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

"I'm sorry, Baiwei Pavilion is closed today. Folks, please invite us elsewhere."

Qin Jian apologized one by one, and after waving away the people at the door of the store, he ducked into the house.

The sack rolled down to the edge of the table. The young man on the table looked surprised and stopped playing with the white ghost face in his hand.

"Oh, hey, he's not even dead."

"Are you surprised? Aren't you the one who told me to go find them?"

"Me?" The young man didn't understand what he meant, "I didn't shout."

Qin Jian looked suspicious: "Did I admit the wrong person again?"

The young man was stunned, as if he had 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 young man shook his head in denial, stretched out his hand to cover the ghost's face, and tied a red rope tie at the back of his head casually.

White face, white hair, white clothes, even though he looks like a ghost with fangs, he still has a clean and neat appearance.

"I am a storyteller."

(End of chapter)