Honghuang: Yu Ding forgot to accept a disciple

Chapter 402: The Holy Mother's Ironmaking

Chapter 402: The Three Holy Mothers Forging Iron

I opened the mobile banking app and tried entering my password multiple times but failed.

As for fingerprint verification, Yang Jian never liked to use it. He was worried that one day when he fell asleep, a woman would use his fingerprint to transfer all his money away.

This is really bad~
Yang Jian was feeling distressed when suddenly a message on his phone woke him up.

[You have a transfer that has not been received by the other party for more than 24 hours, and it has been returned to the balance. 】

Yang Jian rubbed his head and seemed to remember something, but he had forgotten a lot.

I just feel that everything I remember at this moment is not real.

It seemed like there was something important he needed to do, but he couldn't remember it.

The refund amount was 8080, which was exactly the amount he transferred yesterday.

The person he transferred the money to had only a note of "slutty fox".

Could it be that he was drugged?

Yang Jian thought to himself, and then he opened the personal information of "Sao Fox" to see who the other party was.

All I saw on her personal signature was [Zhaixinglou Private Club - Su Daji (not performing, unless with a handsome guy, handsome guys are free)]

Star-catching tower?
Yang Jian felt that these three words were particularly familiar.

He was certain that he had been drugged, so he subconsciously picked up his phone and pressed 110. The call was connected.

[Transferring~This is the Jinao Island Public Security Bureau, employee number 9527 is here to serve you]

"Hello, this is the Jin'ao Island Public Security Bureau. How can I help you?"

"I was drugged and I forgot a lot of things! I can't remember anything."

"Please describe clearly what happened and where you are now. We will send an officer to take you to the police station to provide you with assistance."

"I~"

Just as Yang Jian was about to continue speaking, the words '10-15 days detention, a fine of less than 5000 yuan, and a criminal record' suddenly popped up in his mind.

"It's okay~ I'm fine"

Yang Jian finished speaking quickly and hung up the phone.

He quickly stood up, walked to the window and opened the curtains.

Across the street is a street with various small shops: Qiming Human Resources Management, Qingqiu Foot Bath, Yuxu Palace Travel Agency, Nuwa Cosmetic Surgery, and Pantaoyuan Fruit Shop.

Familiar, yet strange.

He looked up inadvertently and saw a tall building rising into the sky in the distance, as if it was about to pierce the sky.

"Zhaixinglou Private Club!"

For some reason, this name appeared in Yang Jian's mind, as if he often came here.

He planned to go check again after get off work in the evening and ask whether the man who drugged him yesterday really did so.

Turn around and walk to the dressing mirror.

A handsome face and a strong body appeared in the mirror.

"Handsome guy is free~"

Yang Jian couldn't help but smile when he thought of the 8080 refund.

He got dressed, calmly left the hotel, and hailed a taxi to take him to work.

Half an hour later.

The taxi stopped in front of the 'Duoshita Traditional Sword Shop'.

Yang Jian rushed out of the car and went quickly into the shop.

"Yang Jian, you are late again today!"

The old man sitting in front of the stage drinking tea called out to Yang Jian, staring at him intently with a gleam in his eyes.

Yang Jian blushed slightly and smiled uncomfortably: "For the last time, for the last time!"

"Humph~ If you don't know how to be moderate, you will die at the hands of a woman sooner or later!"

The old man snorted coldly.

Yang Jian quickly changed his clothes and went in.

The Tushita Palace Traditional Sword Shop is one of the few places in modern industrial society that still retains the ancient sword-making methods.

Yang Jian remembered that he made a living by working as a blacksmith here.

The blacksmithing place looked very dark, with only the dancing purple flame in the large furnace nearby, illuminating the blacksmiths in the shop.

Among them, there are three women and only one man, Yang Jian.

The three women had strange names like Jin Ling, Wu Dang and Gui Ling.

Of course, what’s even stranger is that women are actually doing the ironwork, which makes their names not so strange after all.

Because hard labor like blacksmithing has always been a job for men, and judging from the looks of these three women, they would be the most beautiful girls in Zhaixing Tower.

But this is the selling point of the swords in Tushita Palace. The swords are hand-forged by delicate beauties, their jade feet step on blast furnaces, and they are quenched with fragrant sweat. It is full of gimmicks.

The knife tip made by Yang Jian is for female users. Three shirtless blacksmiths hammered on the anvil, making a deafening sound.

Their upper bodies were only wrapped with a few strips of cloth to hide their private parts from leaking out, but that couldn't stop the movement of their private parts.

Every blow of the hammer caused sparks to fly everywhere, as if there were three gods with flames all over their bodies.

Yang Jian was so engrossed in watching that he forgot to move.

He felt that the three female colleagues were too serious. Their eyes were fixed on the common block of iron in front of them, as if their thoughts were also cast in the block of iron.

He had only been here for a short time and had never spoken to these three people.

I learned their names from the shop owners.

"Golden Spirit."

Yang Jian shouted.

no respond.

"Wudang, Guiling~"

Still no response.

It was as if they were three pieces of wood who only knew how to forge iron.

Yang Jian looked through the vague memories in his mind and found that he had not thought their behavior was abnormal before, but only at this time did he feel something was wrong.

He walked over and pinched the turtle spirit gently. It was soft to the touch, and had a slippery feeling due to sweat.

"What are you doing!"

The turtle spirit suddenly spoke, which scared Yang Jian.

The hammer he raised stopped in mid-air.

Yang Jian took two steps back: "No, I didn't do anything."

"Oh~"

After Gui Ling finished speaking, he started forging iron stiffly again.

Yang Jian called her again, but there was no response. Yang Jian had no choice but to take action again.

Turtle Spirit's eyes had begun to show a trace of resentment, and he asked impatiently: "What?"

"Aren't you tired of forging iron all the time? Take a break."

Yang Jian said.

"If you don't fight, you'll die! If you touch me again, you'll die first!"

After Gui Ling finished speaking, the ding-dong sounds started again.

Yang Jian shrank his head, but was extremely curious about what Gui Ling meant by "if you don't fight, you will die."

He didn't dare to touch Gui Ling's brow again. Seeing the fierceness in the other's eyes just now, Yang Jian had no doubt that if he touched him again, his head would appear in the place of the anvil.

"Nothing~"

Yang Jian poked.

"What are you doing?"

Wu Dang looked indifferent.

"Why won't you die if you forge iron?"

Yang Jian asked directly.

"The iron is getting colder."

When Yang Jian wanted to ask again, he saw that Wu Dang was no longer paying attention to him and was immersed in forging iron.

Yang Jian had no choice but to change his target and poke Jin Ling.

"Yang Jian, what's wrong?"

After Jin Ling came to his senses, he put down the hammer and saw that Yang Jian was obviously enthusiastic.

Yang Jian was startled: "You know me?"