"Father, what blood did you just say?" The son, who was having breakfast, listened and raised his hand to ask.
Xia Yuzhou took a bottle of blood, uncorked the bottle with one finger, poked a straw and sat with his son. Now that I have enough points, the family of three can live a life of drinking sterilized blood every day, which can be regarded as breaking away from the poverty line and starting to become well-off. "Ancestor Tuomeng, told me to spread branches and leaves for the old Xia's family as soon as possible."
Chen Mo understood: "The elders forced the marriage...then you can't be with your ex-husband's father?" To Xia Yuzhou who taught bad children.
Xia Yuzhou didn't care about his younger brother's stare, although he really wanted to talk to people about "how to cut Sijun", but his son was underage, and he couldn't listen to him even more than Zhou Shu. I had no choice but to hold back my temper, and explained in the tone of discussing with the eldest son about having a second child: "It's irrelevant. The ancestor thought that you, the only child, were too lonely, and asked me to make more children to play with. Xiaomo wants a younger brother or a younger sister?" ?”
Xia Yuzhou dangled the remnant mirror with a red thread on his index finger. The old brass glowed dark gold under the sun, and the afterimages gradually joined together to form a complete circle. The ancestor climbed out of the mirror to give instructions, but he didn't understand what he said. Xia Yuzhou really wanted to shake him out of the mirror, and asked him to explain how to distinguish the bloodline word by word.
Holding the blood bottle, Chen Mo watched his father shake the mirror in his hand, and suddenly got up: "Ah!"
This scream made Xia Yuzhou tremble in fright, the mirror came out and fell on the table with a crisp "bang" sound: "Why is this child so startled? What's wrong?"
The son didn't speak, he dropped the blood bottle and went upstairs. Not long after, he ran back again and excitedly opened the ancestor's handbook: "This is, Dad, look at this! Is it the record about the mirror?"
Xia Yuzhou looked at the yellowed paper.
This is a very inconspicuous page in the manuscript. The paper is a little damaged, and some handwriting is not clear. The son's little hand tapped on the invisible place: "This word is only half left. I thought it was a 'kettle' before, but it's actually a 'jian'!"
Xia Yuzhou shifted his gaze to the following line:
[Dark Mirror, connect yin and yang, identify blood vessels, and call it disease-free.]
Earlier, Chen Mo thought it was the word "cauldron", and wondered what kind of magic weapon this black cauldron that communicates Yin and Yang is. He guessed that it might be an alchemy furnace, which can refine something that can detect blood, so it is called Wuji pot.
When I saw the mirror in Xia Yuzhou's hand just now, I was suddenly blessed.
Actually, it's a mirror. The dark mirror can connect yin and yang, and distinguish blood vessels. The ancestors named it Wuji mirror!
"Unlock yin and yang, distinguish blood vessels", Xia Yuzhou thought about this sentence carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more it was true. The ancestor said that the method to continue the bloodline was already in his hands, and what he was holding in his hand before going to bed was not this fragmented mirror. If you guessed correctly, this mirror can be used to identify whether a human being can be transformed into a blood race.
"Why didn't you discover such important information before?" Brother Zhou Shu sent a questioning soul.
The mirror was discovered late, but Xia Yuzhou got the ancestral handbook a few years ago. After studying hard day and night, the result is not as good as that of a sixteen-year-old son who studied for half a month.
"This sentence is hidden too deep. Besides, I'm not out of my mind." Xia Yuzhou said confidently, not ashamed but proud of his out of mind.
Zhou Shu was speechless, took the letter and read it.
This sentence is indeed hidden deeply, not because it is written in a remote place, but because the things written by the ancestors on this page are too messy. Before and after this sentence, there are all irrelevant things recorded. for example:
Why is the tribute sea bass more spiritual than the ones sold outside, spirituality means delicious, and it is very delicious after cooking;
Why did an overseas businessman give him a cactus, which is ugly and prickly, very annoying. He gave this as a gift to a Hou Ye, telling him that it is an immortal flower, and it will not die if it is not watered for several days. Hou Ye readily accepted and gave him a string of pearls in return, and wrote a poem. The ancestors thought the poem was nonsense, but they didn't expose it face to face...
They were all trivial matters, and with Xia Yuzhou's hasty temper of throwing the fishing rod within three minutes of fishing, he would probably automatically skip after reading a few lines, even if he had to study for ten years, the result would still be the same.
This "secret lesson" was hidden among the gifts that various people gave him. Speaking of which, this mirror was also given by someone else, and the person who gave it was the emperor. When translating, Chen Mo wondered for a long time why the emperor gave the ancestor a big black pot, and even suspected that the ancestor was mocking the emperor to let him take the blame.
Xia Yuzhou excitedly held the mirror and began to study it. This mirror is an ancient version of a DNA sequencer. It can detect whether ordinary people have genes that can transform into blood races. It is definitely much more useful than bone marrow matching. But how can this be used
"Blood confession." Chen Mo gave a guess. It's written like this in all kinds of fantasy, when you encounter any magic weapon, drop your blood on it, and then you can open a mode that others can't use.
"This mirror has been handed down for hundreds of years. Who do you recognize?" Zhou Shu stopped Xia Yuzhou's mentally handicapped act of trying to pour blood on it. "I think it should be confessed by blood."
Chen Mo: "That makes sense." Xia Yuzhou: "..." Is it wiser to recognize relatives by dripping blood than to recognize the Lord by dripping blood
In order to verify whose idea is more retarded, the three people dripped blood in different orders. The brass mirror was smeared with blood, looked very ugly, and did not respond. The mirror is still that useless mirror, it doesn't even have the function of an ordinary mirror, and you can't put your finger in it after getting blood.
"There is no mirror world in this mirror!" Xia Yuzhou pinched his painful fingertips.
Chen Mo thought for a while: "Perhaps this is the meaning of 'Dark Mirror', which is different from ordinary mirrors and belongs to the dark world."
Zhou Shu shook his head: "Don't you think this fragment looks like a mission prop in the game? Collect all the fragments to get a peerless treasure."
Xia Yuzhou didn't want to pay attention to them, and drove them to school and work, and went back to wash them with the mirror and continued to study. The business of the clinic is not bad today, I don't know how to show off a mouthful of white teeth to friends with a bald head, several middle-aged men came one after another.
Basically, they all follow the same pattern. First come in and ask wretchedly: "I heard that you only need one hundred yuan for teeth cleaning here?"
The beautiful nurse "Miss He" immediately enthusiastically invited the client to sit on the treatment table, and called Dr. Xia. The grinding wheel and the spray gun went into battle, allowing the client to get a new set of big white teeth from shock and fear to giving up resistance.
"One hundred yuan, thank you for your patronage!"
Teeth cleaning is simple and requires little effort. Xia Yuzhou would take out the mirror to study during his work breaks. In the ancestor's handbook, there is another record about "Wuji Mirror", which is in the second half of the position that the son has not yet translated.
[Dream without disease, carrying floating life, remembering the youth filled with hatred and bowing his head.]
At first glance, these words seem to mean that I had a good dream when I was not sick or in pain, and I was ashamed to dream about the stupid things I did when I was young. But if it refers to the Wuji mirror, it is different. It should mean that the Wuji mirror is related to dreams, making the ancestors dream about what they did in the second year of middle school.
"Boss!" Nurse He yelled a third time before waking Xia Yuzhou up from his contemplation.
Xia Yuzhou didn't raise her head: "What's wrong?"
He Qing stomped his feet angrily, and Sisi helped her and said, "Brother Qing asked you, if he guarded the property of the clinic in time yesterday, is there any bonus?"
When the doctor and the police came to take Xia Yuzhou away yesterday, Sisi had already left work, leaving He Qing alone. As the nurse in charge, he turned off the machine and locked the door before taking a taxi to rescue the boss.
Xia Yuzhou glanced at him sideways: "No, if you lose something, your salary will be deducted."
Sisi lowered her head and grinned.
He Qing rushed over to assassinate the wicked boss in disbelief, and Xia Yuzhou pinched him on the sofa with one hand, and was shocked: "Let go of me, if someone sees me, I will be dragged to Shentang." That trembling With a trembling tone, like a little widow being molested by a bully.
Xia Yuzhou let go of him with shaking hands, and closed the sliding door between the lounge and the reception hall.
Sisi who was isolated outside: "???"
He Qing hugged the fake chest: "Wow, what are you doing behind closed doors? If the lord finds out, it will trigger a war between the Hanshan clan and the Nanguo clan!"
Xia Yuzhou glanced at him sideways: "Then answer me a question honestly."
"what?"
"Is there a mirror that doesn't have a mirror world?"
He Qing didn't expect such a serious question, so he sat up straight boringly: "Yes, Xu Jing."
In the concept of Western species, there is also such a kind of mirror, which cannot be entered even if blood is applied, which is called a virtual mirror. The virtual mirror is made of special materials, which can record some memory fragments. Clans with a long history will have such a few virtual mirrors to record the great achievements of their ancestors.
"Can it still be recorded?" Xia Yuzhou squeezed the broken mirror in his hand in horror. If the mirror could record people's dreams, wouldn't those messy dreams he had recently...
"Yes, but now there is no dream maker, and no one knows how to burn virtual mirrors."
Oh, it turned out that special technicians were needed to record it, Xia Yuzhou heaved a sigh of relief.
He Qing noticed the brass mirror in his hand, and took it over to look at it: "Is this a virtual mirror in your house? Why is it broken like this?"
Xia Yuzhou: "Can it be repaired?" Since the blood race has always had this kind of thing, there should be a way to repair it.
He Qing shook his head, not sure if this thing can be repaired, after all, their family doesn't make weapons. After reposting the big eyes of Mei Tong, he suggested that Xia Yuzhou ask Si Jun, the lord who is well-informed and knowledgeable knows everything.
Sir...
Speaking of Si Jun, he couldn't help but think of his ancestors, of spreading branches and leaves, of frying... his mind was suddenly filled with all kinds of waste, and it ignited in the high temperature, making Xia Yuzhou's face red.
"Ding dong!"
[The lord of Yanjing issued a task: Please go to the handmade chocolate shop to make a piece of chocolate, and deliver it to the lord's apartment within 1 hour.]