Lieshan

Yunnan, Kunming Changshui International Airport

"Flight MU5704 from Beijing to Kunming has arrived..."

"Id card, take off your glasses." The security inspector looked up at the young man wearing sunglasses in front of him.

The young man took off his sunglasses, took out his ID card with a smile, and asked casually, "Why are there so many riot police?"

The little girl behind the workbench was nympho for a second and then calmly continued to stamp: "Well, the previous terrorist attack has made a mess. Your ID, please keep it."

"Thank you."

Out of special care for the handsome guy, the security inspector watched him off for a few seconds, remembering the name on the ID card just now.

Chu Chu?This name...isn't that unlucky?

"Sier, Sier, little Sier, here!"

Chu Min turned his head away, pretending not to know the crazy guy in the floral shirt and Hawaiian pants, but the other party has already rushed forward with a big hug: "I haven't come back for so long, I miss you so much."

"If it wasn't for offering sacrifices to the ancestors, I wouldn't have come back." Chu Min complained, "You said everyone is dead..."

"Shhh, shhhh, you should say a few words less, and the old man won't pick your skin if he hears it."

"No, I said, wool..."

"Don't call me wool!" The floral shirt suddenly exploded.

Chenxi The head of the Chen family is almost forty years old and has no heir yet, so he spent a lot of time going abroad to equip the mistress of the Chen family with a group of experts, and went abroad when he had nothing to do.I don't know whether it was sincerity that moved God or whether the foreigner's medical skills are really superb, and he was born with a handle.Patriarch Chen thought to himself, it’s not easy, so let’s call it “Mo Xian”. Unexpectedly, his old man’s accent would turn into a “wool thread” as soon as he rolled it, causing Patriarch Chen to be laughed at by the young and ignorant Chu Min. for more than ten years.

Since ancient times, China has always had the theory of southern witchcraft and northern art. The leader in the north is the Qi family in Xianyang, and the art of witchcraft in the south is respected by the Chu family in Yuanling.In addition, although the Kong family and the Chen family are somewhat inferior, they have been passed down for several generations and have a profound heritage, and each has good relations with the Qi and Chu families.

However, in this generation, the situation is a little different. Mr. Chu has only one son, and this son gave birth to four more, but the first three died in his twenties, leaving only the youngest.The fourth eldest, Chu Chu, was not under the pressure of inheriting the family since he was a child, and the old man loved him very much, so he has never been in contact with these businesses of the Chu family.I don't know why, but the Chu family has never been eager to learn. Only this only surviving only seedling has been successful in his studies, and he has been indoctrinated with a firm belief in Marxism.Later, he clamored to go abroad to study in university, but Mr. Chu couldn't stop him, so he could only let him go.After graduating from Chu Chu University, he didn't see anyone for a whole year, wandering around the world all day long, keen to go to some strange places and study some inconspicuous things.

Mr. Chu was so angry that he scolded the street every day at home, saying that he had let the Qi family down for nothing.But his grandson spent more than half a year abroad, and he would sneak away whenever he got home. The old man would say harsh words every time, but in the end he always turned a blind eye.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the flower market in Kunming." Mao Xian pulled the suitcase and walked out of the airport energetically, "I played for several days, it's very interesting."

"I'm allergic to pollen." Chu Min thought of the aunts in Kunming who are more beautiful than flowers, and immediately refused.

"Let's go." Mao Xian tried to drag this sullen hair boy away.

"I'm not going," Chu Min gave him a sideways glance, "You think I don't know what your plans are, so you just want to use me as a cover to play outside for a few more days."

"..."

Different from the Chu family, the head of the Chen family is very strict with his only son. Mao Xian certainly doesn't want to miss such a rare opportunity to relax.

But this time Chu Min was in a hurry to go back to deal with the old man, and would never compromise, Mao Xian had to regretfully give up his original plan, and turned around and dragged Chu Min to the train home.

"Why take the train?" Chu Min looked out the window blankly.

"Didn't you say that train travel is more elegant?" Mao Xian said like a big dog, "I bought the train ticket specially."

"Maoxian, do you understand, you are in China now."

"so?"

"When you take the train in China, all you can see is farmland and dead trees." Chu Min raised his hand and knocked on the woolen head, "Do you think you are riding the Royal Scottish train? What is your temperament, great working people Farming temperament?"

"QAQ"

Although the quality of the trip is questionable, the two finally arrived in Hunan, Mao Xian returned to Chenxi, and Chu Min returned to Yuanling alone.

The old house of the Chu family was on the hillside, and when I arrived home in the evening, the servants opened the door and disappeared like a ghost.

A hale and hearty old man with a white beard was sitting on a red sandalwood embossed dragon pattern chair, holding a gloomy wooden pine crane Yannian crutch in his hand, blowing his beard and staring with displeasure.

"Stinky boy, come here and kneel down." Chu Xun glanced at the pendulum clock, pointed to the ancestral tablet and said, "Are you accurate in timing?"

"Grandpa, it's the 21st century, why do you still kneel and worship?"

"Little bastard, your ancestors dare not kneel now, do you?" Old Master Chu raised his crutch as if to hit him.

Chu Min bent his knees and knelt down, looking innocently at Chu Xun.

Angrily, the old man put down his crutches, walked back to the chair and sat down. After a while, he said, "Sir, tell me, how old are you this year?"

"It's 24." Chu Min pretended to listen respectfully.

"It's not young anymore," Chu Xunlue looked up melancholy, "I know you don't like being detained, but you are the only child left in our family. Who knows, old man, I will live for a few more years. What will our Chu family do in the future? Woolen cloth."

For the sensational card that the old man must play every year, Chu Min has become accustomed to it without wavering, and keeps his mind wandering.

"Where did you go this time?" Chu martyrdom slammed.

"I just arrived in Italy, and you called me back." Chu Min looked at the grieving grandfather with resentment.

"You said you, running so far, your grandfather and I are not in good health..."

After the sensationalism is over, it's time for bitter tricks.

"I heard from the doctor last time that you are in better health than him."

Mr. Chu stared, snorted, stood up and walked towards the backyard: "Come here."

Chu Min, whose legs were numb from his knees, immediately got up and followed, and saw his grandfather opened a door that was always closed. Chu Si, who was naturally curious, subconsciously stretched his head to look, only to see the empty room. A black coffin.

"Grandpa...you are even ready for this? Will you not be cremated in the future?"

"What are you farting, you little bastard?!" The old man was so angry that he knocked on the coffin with his cane, pushed open the coffin lid with one hand and turned in, "Come in for me!"

"..." Isn't such a unique entrance too frightening?

The basement is very large, there are many rooms, only one door is open, and the light inside is turned on. Fortunately, it is not old enough to have an oil lamp or torch.There are many boxes along the walls, and besides a few tables and shelves.Chu Chu looked around in surprise, and looked at Chu Xun who was stroking his beard, the old man had a complacent look on his face.

"Grandpa, did you... rob the Forbidden City?"

"Bah! What are the broken metals in the Forbidden City? Let me tell you, except Qi... no, no one is more valuable than your grandpa's collection!"

"This is..." Chu Min approached a sandalwood table, bent down to observe the sword on the wooden support that was still cold and the sword-swallowing Yazi on the hilt. If you look carefully, you can see that there is water flowing from the hilt to the tip of the sword. Constant sword pattern, "Gongbu sword?"

"Hmph." Mr. Chu squinted his eyes and twisted his beard.

"It's fake." Chu Min snorted, and glanced at the old man with a see-through expression. Didn't the old man just want to show off.

"Get out," Chu Xun raised his white eyebrows in anger, and turned his head to show a look of memory, "During the Northern Expedition in 1926, the gangsters stole antiques and sold them to the British in exchange for equipment."

"Originally, this has nothing to do with our Chu family, but the National Revolutionary Army has been attacking the gangster for a long time. He wanted to cut off his money, so he offered us to help."

Chu Min reached out and touched the huge bronze tripod with taotie pattern: "So these were snatched?"

Chu Xun glared at him: "Someone from the Chen family is serving as an adjutant under Dang Guaizi. He got the news that Dang Guaizi had newly acquired a large number of priceless antiques, so the Chu family and the Chen family stole the goods together."

Chu Min looked at his master suspiciously: "National cultural relics, won't you hand them in?"

"When the national government tried to force us to hand over things, they were busy dealing with the Communist Party, so the matter was put on hold." Chu martyrdom reached out and brushed the blade of the Gongbu sword, "We are such a local noble family, The national government really loves and hates. It depends on us to consolidate the regime, and we are always thinking about weakening our influence."

"It's not like we can get away if we want to get out. It's been like this since ancient times. You have no power or power, and you end up being swallowed up by others. The mean can be defended, but the premise is that Xiaoxiao can be restrained. If your brother is here, old man I will never force you, but now our Chu family is bound to be handed over to you, don't tell the ancestors that they don't even have a place to stay."

Chu Min still looked at Mr. Chu innocently with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"..." Chu Sui paused a few times on the ground with his crutches, staring for a long time without uttering a word, and finally turned around angrily and left, "Get out, you brat, hurry up!" Go back to the foreign devils for me, so that the old man won't feel bad!"

"Then I'm leaving," Chu Min was not surprised, and shouted from behind, "Well, Grandpa, I have also taken the wool out for a few days to play, you always remember to tell Uncle Chen."

"Hmm, hybrid grandson, I'll kill you!" Chu Xun cursed in dialect and walked away.