In The Name Of Fang

"Is our family a blood clan or an immortal clan?" Chen Mo knelt down and looked at the heirloom that resembled Taoist tools. This was different from what he had imagined.

In the children’s perception, if the traditional blood family wants to display heirlooms, they should drag out a black coffin painted with a red cross. Inside, there is an ancient book with black crust and gilding, which records black magic that ordinary people cannot understand.The weapon should also be the sword of the nobleman, holding a black magic book and reading a spell, you can summon countless bats.Not a bronze mirror, a thread-bound book, a big sword...

Xia Yuzhou sat on the ground, picked up the sword and put it on her lap, and said unpredictably, "What do you think?"

The son also sat down, carefully stretched out his hand, and touched the blade with one finger.With a cool jade texture, you can feel a weak attraction at the moment of fingertip contact.Like the gravitational force of a magnet on metal, it is not great, but it can be felt."I think it is a cultivator, the blood clan is just your disguise."

Xia Yuzhou took out a small silk cloth from the box, wiped the scabbard vigorously, and let his son touch it again. The attraction disappeared: "After a long time, it gets damp and the surface is a little sticky."

son:"……"

Knocked his son's dog's head with the sword hilt, Xia Yuzhou laughed out: "What do you think, our family is a blood clan. Maybe the ancestor has some special abilities, but the inheritance has long been broken." Picking up the yellowed thread-bound book.This book is quite a few years old, the cover is ragged, and the words on it are blurred, and only the word "manuscript" is barely seen.Turning to the first page, the upright characters written with a brush, the fonts roam the clouds and startled the dragon, open and close, the writing is very casual.

[A joke, don’t take it seriously.If future generations find it, don’t write it down in history]

"This is the ancestor's handwriting. I found it in my hometown." Xia Yuzhou turned over one of the pages and showed her son about "Blood Returning". It was exactly the paragraph he read in the hospital before, "You guy is lucky. When I met my responsible dad, your uncle was confused and embraced for the first time. He didn't even have any technical guidance."

The inheritance of the Xia family has been broken. Lao Xia didn't know how to give people the first embrace, but based on the few words handed down, the blind cat met the dead mouse.

Chen Mo took it and took a look: "Has Grandpa never seen this book?"

Xia Yuzhou shook his head: "We went back to our hometown a few years ago and turned out by chance. Dad is giving you this book now, do you know what it means?"

The son was taken aback for a moment, looked at the yellowed ancient book, and then looked at his solemn father, and his blood was immediately surging: "Do you want me to shoulder the mission of restoring the Xia family?"

Xia Yuzhou glanced at him obliquely: "I want you to recite and write silently. Use your genius little head to write down this thing, so that you won't be stolen one day and there is no place to cry."

Son: "..." Xia Yuzhou got up with the bronze mirror and sword: "By the way, remember to give the schoolbag a cover."

He said that the kinsmen lived freely and stopped abruptly.Chen Mo bitterly hugged the ancestor's manuscript, took a blank note, and copied the traditional Chinese manuscript first.The ancestors wrote very casually, with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west.If the children write a few words, they have to come and ask Xia Yuzhou.

"Young man, work hard, copy the achievement and pass it on to future generations." Xia Yuzhou encouraged the young man to sit on the sofa with his legs up and wipe the sword with silk cloth.

This sword is indeed a bit immortal, it is as bright as the blue clouds and snow, and two small characters are engraved on the sheath-Wuya.Pulling the sword out of its sheath, the sharp cold light shot out, causing Xia Yuzhou to close his eyes.

The sword has been bladed, and it is still sharp for some years.Xia Yuzhou changed to a thicker soft cloth, wiped the blade from beginning to end, and turned it over. There were already two large cuts in the soft cloth, which would not break.

"The emperor gave me a sword, blowing the hair and breaking the snow..." The son interpreter encountered difficulties again, turned around and asked, "Isn't it blowing the hair and breaking the hair?"

Xia Yuzhou: "Maybe it means that the snow will break when it falls on the sword."

Son: "The ancestors are very literary." Xia Yuzhou joined the sword and decided to go out tomorrow with this sword that blows the snow and breaks the snow, looking for the sneaky dog ​​thieves: "If you see the record of the bronze mirror in the handbook, remember calls me."

This bronze mirror was found just before he returned to Yanjing.I don't know what it is, but I took it with me.Looking through the handbook, I didn't see a few words about the bronze mirror, thinking that maybe I missed it, hoping that my careful son could find the answer between the lines.

Early the next morning, a ding-ding-dong sounded downstairs.

Xia Yuzhou ran down holding slippers, and saw a little brother in overalls nailing a box to the wall.A simple aluminum alloy box with "XM Daily Fresh" written in big red letters.

"What's this?" Xia Yuzhou knocked on the rather sturdy little box.

"Xuemeng seldom serves you every day," the younger brother took out his mobile phone and scanned Xia Yuzhou's face, "confirming the identity information, including Shan's Xia Yuzhou, right?"

"Breakfast is here." Xia Yuzhou stretched his head and looked, and there was a small truck with refrigeration equipment parked in front of the door that looked like an express delivery.The outside of the car was painted with bright paint, and the words "Fresh" were written.

The little brother nodded and put a bottle of blood in glassware into the box.This package is different from the one given to him by Si Jun and the senior. The surface is covered with a layer of wrapping paper, there is no dust bag, and there is no packing box, which looks very cheap."Duck blood is in this package. Remember to put the bottle back in the box. I will take it away when I deliver it tomorrow."

"Xia Xia, what are you buying?" The proprietress next door stretched her head to look, "Yeah, it's the milk presenter, Aye--"

Lao Bian Niang completely caught the flu. She sucked her nose and wore a mask. She picked up a bottle of blood and looked up and down: "The shop that delivers milk to our shop is getting worse and worse with water. What about your house? Sell ​​it and I will order it at the right price."