"Are our family a blood clan or an immortal clan?" Chen Mo squatted down and looked at the heirloom that looked quite like a Taoist priest's utensil. This was different from what I imagined.

In the children's cognition, if the traditional blood clan wants to display his family heirloom, he should drag out a black coffin with a red cross, and there is an ancient book with black hard-crust and gold stamping. The book records black magic that ordinary people cannot understand. The weapon should also be the sword of the noble. If you hold the black magic book and recite 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 placed it on his legs, and said incredibly: "What do you think?"

The son also sat down, reached out carefully, and touched the sword body with a finger. The slightly cool jade feel could feel a faint attraction at the moment the fingertips touched. It was like the gravity of magnets on metal, not much, but it could feel it. "I think it is a cultivator, and the blood clan is just your disguise."

Xia Yuzhou took out a small silk cloth from the box, wiped the scabbard hard, and then let his son touch it, and the attraction disappeared: "After leaving it for a long time, it will get damp, and the surface will be a little sticky."

son:"……"

When he knocked his son's dog's head with the hilt of his sword, Xia Yuzhou laughed out loud: "What are you thinking about? Our family is a blood clan. Maybe his ancestors have some special abilities, but the inheritance has long been broken."

Pick up the yellowed thread-bound book. This book has been a long time ago, with a ragged cover and the words on it are blurred. Only the word "note" can be seen barely. Open the first page, the vertical characters written in the brush are arranged, the font is surging the clouds and the dragons are striking, and the words are written very casually.

[Don't take the joke seriously. If later generations find it, don't record it in history]

"This is the letter of the ancestor. I found it in my hometown," Xia Yuzhou opened one of the pages and showed his son what he had read about "Bloody Returning to the Kids". It was the passage he had read in the hospital before. "You guy is lucky. When you meet my responsible father, your uncle was confused and was first embraced, and he didn't even have any technical guidance."

The inheritance of the Xia family has been cut off. Lao Xia didn't know how to support him at the time. It was just based on the words passed down that the blind cat met a dead mouse and was made up.

Chen Mo took it and took a look: "Have you grandpa seen this book before?"

Xia Yuzhou shook his head: "We went back to our hometown a few years ago and found something that happened to be dug out. Dad now handed you this book. Do you understand what it means?"

My son was stunned. He looked at the yellowed ancient book and then at his solemn father. He suddenly felt excited: "Does I have to shoulder the mission of restoring the Xia family?"

Xia Yuzhou glanced at him: "You are asking you to recite and write down. Use your genius little brain to write down this thing, so that you will not be stolen one day and have nowhere to cry."

son:"……"

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

The promised free life of the blood clan came to an abrupt end. Chen Mo held the letter of his ancestors in a bitter way, took a blank notebook, and first copied the letter of his traditional Chinese cursive. The letter of his ancestors was very casual, with a hammer and a stick in the east, and the context was incomplete. When a child wrote a few sentences, he had to come over to ask Xia Yuzhou.

"Young man, do it well. After the copying is completed, use you as a translation and pass it on to future generations." Xia Yuzhou encouraged the young man to sit on the sofa with his legs crossed, and wiped his sword with silk cloth.

This sword is indeed a bit fairy-like, as bright as the blue clouds dyed with snow. Two small words are engraved on the sword sheath - Wuya. When the sword is drawn out, the sharp cold light shot out directly, making Xia Yuzhou close his eyes.

The sword has been cut, and it has been a long time since it was still sharp. Xia Yuzhou changed into a thicker soft cloth, wiped the sword body from head to tail, and turned it over. There were two big holes on the soft cloth, and it was still broken.

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

Xia Yuzhou: "Maybe it means that 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 hair and cuts snow to find the group of sneaky dog ​​thieves: "If you see the record of the bronze mirror on the note, remember to call me."

He just found this bronze mirror before returning to Yanjing. He didn't know what it was for, but he still carried it with him. He looked through the notes but saw no words about the bronze mirror. He thought that maybe he had missed it, and hoped that his careful son could find the answer between the lines.

The next morning, a ding-bang sound rang downstairs.

Xia Yuzhou Zhao ran down with his slippers and saw a guy in work clothes nailing a box to the wall. A simple aluminum alloy box was written in large red characters "XM Daily Fresh".

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

"The Blood Alliance is rarely served you every day," the young man took out his cell phone and scanned Xia Yuzhou's face. "Confirm the identity information, Hanshan Xia Yuzhou, right?"

"Breakfast is delivered." Xia Yuzhou stretched out his head and looked at it. There was a small truck parked at the door, which looked like a courier delivery, with refrigeration equipment. The outside of the car was painted with bright paint, with the words "fresh" written on it.

The young man nodded and put the blood in the bottle of glassware into the box. The packaging is different from what Si Jun and senior gave him. The surface is covered with a layer of wrapping paper, and there is no dust bag, and there is no packaging box. It looks very cheap. "Duck blood is this packaging. Remember to put the bottle back into the box after drinking it. I will take it away when I send it tomorrow."

"Xiaoxia, what did you buy?" The lady of the boss next door stretched out her head and looked at her, "Yeah, the one who gave her fresh milk, Ah--"
Chapter completed!