daily bloodline

Chapter 72
"Where is the girl from?"

"How old is this year?"

"What are you doing?"

"How did you meet Changyun?"

Su Chongshan seemed to be an old lady in the countryside, and began to interrogate him like an interrogation.

Before Bailu could speak, Su Ying raised her chin beside her.

"Master, why are you so secretive?"

Su Chongshan smiled kindly: "I have to ask for your grandma..."

"My grandma doesn't have that much trouble." Su Ying rolled her eyes.

"Uncle, I'm from Jizhou."

Of course, Bai Lu would not stop answering questions just because of Su Ying's words. She acted like a young daughter-in-law, and said gently, "39 this year, I'm doing a small business. I met Chang Yun when we were discussing business two years ago."

Su Ying ha ha, small business...

"Very good, very good." Su Chongshan nodded cheerfully, and then said kindly: "The three of them have always been the best at Changyun since childhood, daughter, you have to take care of him in the future..."

"You're joking, Changyun is very stable and reliable." Bailu nodded repeatedly.

"Hey, a man will be stable once he gets married, dad, don't worry about it."

Ding Lan said with a smile: "When I married his elder brother back then, the mistress and the others had a bridal chamber and blew up the toilet. They were lawless, so wouldn't it be safe to have a little actress?"

"That's right, Changyun is very responsible." Zhao Shuhong said kind words to Bailu with a smile.

"When your second brother and I first got married, we were in poor health, and our family didn't have much money at that time. Your second brother took care of me at home every day. Chang Yun went up the mountain with a basket on his back to pick a large basket of medicine, which was almost picked up by a wolf. I can give our mother a heartache in the future."

Before Bailu said anything, Su Chongshan grinned and said, "Stop talking about that, none of our Su family's breed is bad."

"Your feelings are still inherited." Bai Yuzhu muttered to Su Ying in a low voice.

"That's not good." Su Ying sighed, and then felt something was wrong, her face darkened: "No, what the hell do you mean?"

Bai Yuzhu covered her mouth and smiled lightly.

"My daughter's name is Jiuqian, right?" Su Chongshan turned his attention to Luo Jiuqian again.

"En." Luo Jiuqian nodded repeatedly.

"Nine thousand martial arts practitioners, you're so awesome!" Su Ying said with a grin.

"Oh, is it?"

Taking a careful look at Luo Jiuqian, Su Chongshan became more and more satisfied.

"Chang Yun doesn't know how to say hello in advance." Su Chongshan turned around cursingly, and took out a long box from the box.

Opening the box carefully, everyone saw the contents clearly.

It is a samurai sword.

"This is Chang Yun's grandfather who captured a high-ranking officer's saber on the battlefield. It's been a few years ago. I heard from the blacksmith in the village that this saber might have something to do with it, but that kid doesn't know much, so he's not sure."

Su Chongshan held the samurai sword in both hands: "I have taken good care of it all these years, and I was not willing to give it away during the big steel smelting. After all, it is the glory of the ancestors. You keep it, and it is not bad as a family heirloom."

Su Ying leaned forward, staring straight at the samurai sword.

"What's wrong?" Luo Jiuqian asked.

"Ah, no..." Su Ying took the samurai sword, left the house, and walked into the yard.

In the yard, the three Su Changyun brothers were cleaning up the internal organs of the pig. Su Ying stepped forward and drew his knife.

A white light flashed, and the pig carcass was easily split in half from head to tail, and the cut surface was smooth and flat.

Su Changyun was stunned for a moment, then furious: "Damn it, little bastard?"

Su Ying turned around and ran back to the house, not giving Su Changyun a chance to get mad.

After wiping the knife with paper, Su Ying handed the knife to Luo Jiuqian: "Keep it away, this knife is interesting."

"It's more than interesting, this knife is Muramasa!"

Looking at the hiragana on the knife, Luo Jiuqian held the knife in both hands and wanted to return it to Su Chongshan. She said seriously, "Grandpa, this knife is too precious."

"Keep it away." Su Chongshan pushed the knife over involuntarily: "I am an old man, this knife will be buried with me at that time, you keep it."

"Munzheng? The legendary demon sword Muramasa?" Su Ying was full of surprise: "Is it so awesome?"

Luo Jiuqian laughed: "Cunzheng is just a type of sword. Most of them are indeed called demon swords, even to the point of being demonized."

"However... this does explain Muramasa's sharpness to a certain extent."

"Thank you, grandpa!" Luo Jiuqian said, bowing to Su Chongshan.

"As long as you like it, just like it." With a kind face, Su Chongshan found another small box, took out a bracelet and gave it to Bailu, saying that Yunyun was left by Su Changyun's mother, and it was specially reserved for his daughter-in-law. Bailu was full of surprises Accepted.

"Be careful, there is something wrong with this knife." Su Ying whispered to Luo Jiuqian.

"how?"

Su Ying pinched her chin: "I can't say it, I feel a little bit."

Luo Jiuqian: "The last time I was so speechless was the last time..."

"There's something really wrong with this knife." Su Ying said helplessly, "It feels like a puppy baring its teeth, but it doesn't feel like this anymore after I pick it up..."

I'm scared by you...

Luo Jiuqian's mouth twitched.

She believed in Su Ying. After all, she was the only supernatural creature around her, so maybe she could feel something.

"But as long as you don't hold it all the time, there's nothing wrong with it." Su Ying said, "If you don't hold it, it won't affect you."

"Will it affect people?" Luo Jiuqian was surprised.

"It will affect people." Su Ying nodded.

"It's amazing, then I have to put it away." Luo Jiuqian put away the samurai sword carefully.

Su Chongshan chatted with Bailu for a while, then got up and left the house to help Brother Su Changyun clean up the pigs. In the house, Ding Lan and Zhao Shuhong pulled Bailu and started gossiping among the women.

"You guys!" Standing outside the window, Su Chongshan pointed at Su Ying's juniors in a general way: "Come out and eat delicious food."

After they left the house, they found that Su Chongshan had built a small oven with stone slabs, and there were charcoals in the oven.

In the large basin next to it are pig hearts, pig trotters, pig kidneys, pig conjoined pieces, and chickens that have lost their feathers.

"Come on, watch grandpa bake delicious food for you..."

Su Chongshan cheerfully moved a few small wooden stakes.

"Grilled Chicken Wings~ I~Favorite~"

Su Ying roasted chicken, Luo Jiuqian roasted conjoined chickens, and several people were roasting the things in their hands with a clear division of labor.

After a while, Su Ying looked at the burnt roast chicken in her hand and fell into thought: "I forgot to grease it..."

"Then what should I do..." Bai Yuzhu felt a little regretful.

Su Ying tore off the scorched muscles, distributed the good parts to a few people, and ate the scorched meat by herself: "The taste is not bad..."

"Oh, this child..." Su Chongshan looked at Su Ying with distressed expression: "Don't eat it if it gets mushy, grandpa needs everything, except chickens, ducks and geese!"

As he said that, the old man grabbed a passing duck, picked up the knife, and wiped its neck neatly.

"quack--"

The duck squawked fiercely, and finally died tragically in the hands of Su Chongshan.

Su Ying sighed: "Grandpa..."

"What's the matter, grandson?" Su Chongshan said cheerfully, "Grandpa will kill another one for you."

"No, what I want to say is that what I roasted is a chicken, and the one in your hand is a duck..."

a few seconds later...

"Cluck cluck cluck!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)