Zhao Qingshan put the things on the table, stretched out his big hand and slowly brushed away the thick layer of ash on the black cloth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 When he did these actions, there was a hint of solemnity on Zhao Qingshan's face, which made Zhou Yuanyuan's heart nervous.

After the smoke and dust cleared, Zhao Qingshan slowly lifted the black cloth, revealing a tight wooden box wrapped in layers of black cloth. The color of the wooden box was pitch black, revealing a thick solemnity. The length and width of the wooden box are about a foot.

Zhou Yuanyuan glanced at the wooden box curiously. The whole wooden box seems to be one, and there is not a single crack in sight. The front of the box is carved with a cloud pattern in the upper left, and a half-open peony is carved in the lower right corner.

Looking at Zhao Qingshan's struggling appearance when holding the box, it can be judged that the weight of this box is not light. The dark appearance of the box seems inconspicuous, and Zhou Yuanyuan inadvertently saw that there seemed to be one or two traces of light flashing on the box, which seemed to announce to the world that it was extraordinary.

The carving technique of the pattern seems simple, but in fact it is somewhat special, although the cloud pattern is only to talk about a few strokes, the head and tail are connected into one breath, can not see which side is the beginning, which side is the end of the pen. Zhou Yuanyuan was curious and wanted to find the starting pen of the moire.

After staring at the cloud pattern for a few seconds, Zhou Yuanyuan only felt that her eyes were dark, and then she felt dizzy, as if there were thousands of small needles scurrying in her brain.

It hurts!

For a while, Zhou Yuanyuan only felt a splitting headache, and his small body was unstable on his feet, and he shook twice.

Zhao Qingshan looked at the black box with emotion, this black box carries the inheritance of the Zhao family for hundreds of years, and also carries the pain and guilt of Zhao Qingshan over the years.

Zhao Qingshan flashed in his head, and Zhou Yuanyuan had already been tricked. Seeing that Zhou Yuanyuan's little face was pale, Zhao Qingshan hurriedly shouted: "Xiao Jiu, you can't stare at the pattern on the box." ”

After saying this, Zhao Qingshan hurriedly held Zhou Yuanyuan's crumbling little body with one hand, and covered Zhou Yuanyuan's eyes with the other big hand, and spit out a trace of true "qi" in his palm, and walked around Zhou Yuanyuan's eye sockets.

Zhao Qingshan blamed himself a little, he himself had experienced the "marriage" ceremony of the black box, and he had become immune to the patterns on the black box. And Zhou Yuanyuan is different, she only saw the box for the first time today. The child is curious, and before he takes the box, he should explain to Zhou Yuanyuan first.

Back then, the child's mother moved this box because of curiosity, so that Zhao Qingshan ・・・・・・ think of his daughter-in-law who died early, and he was full of emotion for a while.

When Zhao Qingshan's grandfather was dying, he handed over the wooden box to Zhao Qingshan, explaining the prohibition that non-Zhao bloodlines should not touch the black box. The pattern on this box is a little strange, except for the descendants of the Zhao family who have held the "marriage" ceremony, others will stare at it for a long time, they will have headaches and nausea, and then fall into a coma. This is also the reason why Zhao Qingshan has kept the box for decades and has been using a black cloth bag to cover it.

Zhao Qingshan's daughter-in-law, Wu Baolian, was curious, and took advantage of Zhao Qingshan's absence to open the box to see what was inside? Over the years, Zhao Qingshan would not hide anything from her, only this box, and Zhao Qingshan secretly hid it after getting it.

As a result, Wu Baolian couldn't open the black box at all. Wu Baolian is a daughter-in-law with a foreign surname, and she has no Zhao blood on her body at all, and after she looked at the pattern on the box, she fell into a coma.

When Zhao Qingshan went home at night, Wu Baolian was already dying, and after she finished talking about the "weirdness" of the black box, Wu Baolian lost her breath. It can be said that Wu Baolian died because of this heirloom black box of the Zhao family.

If it weren't for the ancestors' testament: the children of the Zhao family would pass on the box from generation to generation until the box found someone who was destined. Zhao Qingshan really wanted to throw away this black box that killed his daughter-in-law.

Zhao Qingshan felt guilty about Wu Baolian, so he cherished the two children very much. For so many years, Zhao Qingshan has never had the idea of marrying another daughter-in-law for the sake of his two children.

When Zhao Qingshan's big hand covered Zhou Yuanyuan's eyelids, Zhou Yuanyuan only felt a cool breath circling along her eye sockets, and then spread out along the corners of her eyes to her temples, and then gathered into a hair-thick line, swimming around Zhou Yuanyuan's temples a few times, and finally gradually dispersed.

After being moistened by that cool breath, Zhou Yuanyuan felt that his headache had eased a lot, and his nausea was gone, so he opened his eyes.

The dark wooden box sat silently on the table, and there seemed to be a silent majesty. Zhou Yuanyuan didn't dare to stare at the black box like just now, but swept his inquiring gaze to Zhao Qingshan, who was standing at the table with a solemn expression.

Zhao Qingshan's big hand slowly brushed the surface of the wooden box, and distant memories gradually emerged. The words that grandpa said when he was dying appeared in Zhao Qingshan's mind word for word at this time.

"Shan'er, this is the treasure of our Zhao family for hundreds of years, and every head of the family must let the children of the clan who have not participated in the "marriage" ceremony squeeze out a drop of blood on the peony flower when they take over this box. If the baby meets someone who is destined, he will choose his own master, and the exercises will automatically appear. ”

According to Zhao Qingshan's grandfather, there was a set of the top exercises of the Zhao family's martial arts in the black box. The black box has no gaps and cannot be opened at all. Over the years, no one in the Zhao family has been able to get the "favor" of the box, and this exercise has been shelved.

Legend has it that the ancestors of the Zhao family had outstanding martial arts, but they were over sixty years old but they were like a young man. As far as Zhao Qingshan knew, the ancestors of the Zhao family were extremely talented, and one of them was that they didn't need to cultivate cross-legged every day, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi would automatically enter the ancestor's body, circulating along the meridians in the body.

When Zhao Qingshan checked the pulse of Zhou Yuanyuan, he found that the appearance of the qi circulation in Zhou Yuanyuan was similar to the legendary ancestor physique, so he had the heart to pass on the treasure wooden box of the Zhao family to Zhou Yuanyuan.

The inheritance of the Zhao family has always adhered to the tenet of "passing on sons not daughters". After hundreds of years of changes, there is not much left of the Zhao family's bloodline.

passed to Zhao Qingshan's branch, and only he, a son and a daughter are left. His son Zhao Guohui's meridians are naturally not suitable for practicing Zhao's martial arts, and his daughter Zhao Yunxiang has no interest in learning martial arts. When Zhao Guohui's son was born, it didn't seem to be very reliable.

After Wu Baolian's death, Zhao Qingshan tested it for himself and a son and a daughter, and the three of them were not recognized by the box.

On the contrary, Zhao Yunxiang's son and daughter seem to be similar when they learn Zhao's martial arts. Zhou Jiasheng's qualifications are better than Zhao Guohui's, but in Zhao Qingshan's opinion, Zhou Yuanyuan's qualifications are much better than Zhou Jiasheng's.

Therefore, Zhao Qingshan didn't care about letting Zhou Yuanyuan get the inheritance of the wooden box, with the wish of his ancestors of the Zhao family for many years.

Zhao Qingshan took a deep breath, flipped his wrist, and a cold silver needle had already appeared in his hand.