"Is our family a blood clan or a fairy clan?" Chen Mo squatted down and looked at the family heirloom that looked like a Taoist tool, which was different from what he imagined.
In the children's perception, if the traditional blood clan wants to display the heirlooms, it should drag out a black coffin with a red cross painted on it, and inside it is a black hard-covered ancient book that records black magic that ordinary people can't understand. The weapon should also be a noble's saber, holding a black magic book and reciting a spell, you can summon countless bats. Instead of bronze mirrors, thread-bound books, and big swords...
Xia Yuzhou sat on the ground, picked up the sword and put it on his lap, and said inscrutably, "What do you think?"
The son also sat down, stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched the blade of the sword with one finger. The slightly cool jade texture can feel a weak attraction at the moment when the fingertips touch it. It's like the gravitational force of a magnet on a metal. It's not strong, but you can feel it. "I think you are cultivating immortals, and the blood race is just your disguise."
Xia Yuzhou took out a small piece of silk cloth from the box, wiped the scabbard vigorously, and then let his son touch it, and the attraction disappeared: "It has been damp for a long time, and the surface is a bit sticky."
son:"… "
Hitting his son's dog's head with the hilt of his sword, Xia Yuzhou laughed and said, "What are you thinking, our family is a blood race. Maybe our ancestors have some special abilities, but the inheritance has long been broken." Picking up the yellowed thread-bound book. This book is quite old, the cover is tattered, and the writing on it has been blurred, only the word "handwriting" can be barely read. Turning to the first page, the characters are written vertically with a brush.
[Joke words, don't take them seriously. If later generations find it, don’t record it in the annals of history]
"This is the ancestral handbook. I found it in my old house." Xia Yuzhou flipped through one of the pages and showed his son something about "Blood Returning to Relatives". , met my responsible dad, back then your uncle was embraced in a daze, without even a little technical guidance."
The inheritance of the Xia family has been broken. Old Xia didn't know how to give someone a first hug back then, but relying on the few words handed down, a blind cat met a dead mouse and made it happen.
Chen Mo took it over and took a look: "Hasn't Grandpa seen this book?"
Xia Yuzhou shook his head: "The two of us went back to our hometown a few years ago and found something by accident. Dad is giving you this book now, do you understand what it means?"
The son was taken aback, looking at the yellowed ancient book, and then at the solemn father, his blood was surging: "Do you want me to shoulder the mission of restoring the Xia family?"
Xia Yuzhou glanced at him sideways: "I want you to recite and write silently. Use your genius little brain to write this down, lest someone steal it and have nowhere to cry."
Son: "..." Xia Yuzhou stood up holding the bronze mirror and sword: "By the way, remember to give the schoolbag a cover."
The promised free life of the blood race came to an abrupt end. Chen Mo bitterly held the ancestral manuscript, took a blank notebook, and first copied the traditional Kuangcao manuscript. The ancestors were written very casually, with a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, with inconsistent context. After the children write a few words, they have to come and ask Xia Yuzhou.
"Young man, work hard, and the copying achievement will be passed on to future generations as your translation." Xia Yuzhou encouraged the young man, sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and wiping the sword with a silk cloth.
This sword is indeed somewhat fairy-like, as bright as a blue cloud dyed with snow, and two small characters are engraved on the scabbard - Wuya. Pulling the sword out of its sheath, a sharp cold light shot out, causing Xia Yuzhou to close his eyes.
The sword has been sharpened, it has been quite a few years, and it is still sharp. Xia Yuzhou changed to a thicker soft cloth, wiped the sword body from the beginning to the end, turned it over, and there were two big cuts in the soft cloth, which were not broken.
"The emperor gave me a sword, blowing the hair and breaking the snow..." The son encountered difficulties in translation again, turned around and asked, "Isn't it blowing the hair and breaking the hair?"
Xia Yuzhou: "Maybe it means that snow will break when it falls on the sword."
Son: "The ancestors are good at writing." Xia Yuzhou put his sword into its sheath, and decided to go out with this hair-blowing sword tomorrow to find those sneaky dogs and thieves: "If you see the record about the bronze mirror in the handbook, remember calls me."
This bronze mirror was just found before he returned to Yanjing. I don't know what it's useful for, but I still carry it with me. I searched through the manuscripts and didn't see a single word about the bronze mirror. I thought maybe I missed it, and hoped that my careful son could find the answer between the lines.
Early the next morning, there was a clanging sound downstairs.
Xia Yuzhou ran down with his slippers on, and saw a little brother in overalls nailing boxes to the wall. A simple aluminum alloy box with "XM Daily Fresh" written in big red characters.
"What is this?" Xia Yuzhou knocked on the rather sturdy little box.
"Blood Alliance is here to serve you every day." The younger brother took out his mobile phone and scanned Xia Yuzhou's face, "Confirm your identity information, Xia Yuzhou from Hanshan, right?"
"Breakfast delivery." Xia Yuzhou stretched his head to look, and there was a small truck that looked like a courier delivery, with refrigerated equipment, parked at the door. The outside of the car was painted brightly and read "Fresh".
The little brother nodded, and put a bottle of blood in a glass container into the box. The packaging was different from the ones given to him by Si Jun and his seniors. The surface was covered with a layer of wrapping paper, and there was no dust bag, let alone a box, so it looked very cheap. "Duck blood is in this package. Remember to put the bottle back in the box when you drink it. I will pick it up when I deliver it tomorrow."
"Xiao Xia, what did you buy?" The proprietress next door stretched her head over to look, "Yo, the fresh milk delivery person, choo—"
The old woman had the flu completely. She sniffed and came over wearing a mask, picked up a bottle of blood and looked up and down: "The one that delivers milk to our shop every day is getting worse and worse. It's seriously watered down. What's wrong with yours? Sell, I will order if the price is right.”