When the Ye family was at its peak, it once branched out, and it vigorously developed its relationship with other families, paving the way for the expansion of the family's power.

Intermarriage, marriage, this is the best way to bind, after all, the family is short of money, the wealthy lack of power, this is the reason for the marriage of the wealthy family.

And the bloodline of Ye Deyuan's sister was married, separated from the family, and married to a very distant family with the surname Bu.

In ancient times, this family was also a prominent clan, and the monks in the clan emerged in an endless stream, and even at the peak, there was a faint tendency to compete with the great sects of the Immortal Sect.

Now that 10,000 years have passed, everything has finally turned into dust, and the Bu family has disappeared in the long river of time, turning into nourishment to promote the changes of heaven and earth.

And the sleeping child's name was Bu Ruoxi, about seven or eight years old, and she was a girl.

Short hair, unkempt before, and tattered clothes, Mo Chen didn't distinguish a man or a woman for a while, all of them were boys.

If you regret this family, it is the only bloodline of the Bu family now, although the ancestors are strong, but now, with the withering of the family, the Bu family can only be regarded as an inconspicuous small family at best.

The entire family didn't even have a single monk from the Corpse Dog Realm.

As for the several branches of the former Bu family, they have long been cut off, and they don't know where they are scattered in the world.

Ruoxi's family died in the invasion of evil cultivators, and before their parents died, they left the approximate location and clues of the Ye family to Ruoxi, and they also left a trace of thought, although the chance was slim, it is estimated that they did not expect Ruoxi to come to Dingdong City.

After all, the distance between the two places is more than ten thousand miles, Mo Chen looked at Ruo Xi's little face, such a distance, even a monk is difficult to cross, and I don't know how she came here.

Ye Deyuan looked at the sleeping child, his eyes were full of concern: "Just after the benefactor left, I went back to Dingdong City and found this child standing in front of the courtyard where I lived.

"At first, I thought it was a child from a family who was lost, but I didn't expect it to be my own bloodline. When Ye Deyuan said that he was sorry, the sorrow on his face also disappeared, and the whole person also changed his look.

Mo Chen laughed dumbly when he heard this: "Then why does she call you uncle, this is really a mess." ”

Ye Deyuan scratched his head, a little honest: "Let the benefactor laugh, I have been a businessman all my life, and I really have a headache for this kind of calling, and I think that Ruoxi's ancestor and my ancestor are sisters and brothers, so I just let Ruoxi call me uncle." ”

"It's a benefactor......" Saying this, Ye Deyuan began to worry again.

"No problem. Mo Chen waved his hand and directly interrupted Ye Deyuan's words: "You and Ruoxi should rest here, and when the incident subsides, I will send you out of the city." ”

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Late at night, Mochen walked on the streets of Dingdongcheng.

The four seasons are impermanent, and it is still a hot summer during the day, but it snows heavily in the middle of the night.

Mo Chen walked in the snow, and walked along the Hualong Pavilion, about seven or eight shops, which was a tavern.

Drunkards often like to get together with friends for a few drinks at night, so most pubs have a late proofing time, and even some good business will be open all day.

However, the tavern in front of him doesn't seem to be very popular, and after Mochen entered, he became the only customer in the store, of course, there was no preferential treatment.

The tavern was run by an old man who looked to be almost old, with a lot of wrinkles on his face, which was considered a long life for mortals in heaven and earth.

He seems to be on good terms, but he doesn't seem to be enthusiastic, which is probably because of the bad business here.

As for why the business here is not good, it can be seen from the eyes of Mo Chen that the tables and chairs here are very dilapidated, and perhaps it is also the reason for the bad business.

Moreover, the location of this store is really a little closer to the city lord's mansion, and while drinking, you can see the guards in the city coming and going, and their eyes are fierce, which is really too annoying.

Mo Chen ordered a pot of grain wine and poured it into the cup and drank it slowly.

Halfway through the pot, another person came to the shop.

The two met their eyes, and Mo Chen was slightly stunned.

In the cold winter night, this person wears a blue skirt and a fluctuating indigo fluffy robe.

The wind moves the dress, her appearance is like snow, her lotus arms are looming, her skin is very white, her figure is absolutely the golden ratio, the ups and downs of her chest are always just right to provoke reverie, quite a cold and flawless taste.

In terms of posture, Mo Chen has never seen a few who can beat her, and he still knows this woman.

It's just that Mochen didn't have any friendship with her, and he didn't think about going to talk, he nodded slightly at the woman, and then withdrew his eyes.

Unexpectedly, the woman came, full of heroic energy, the cold wind blew her white hair, and the dark fragrance that aroused reverie came and sat opposite the ink dust.

Mo Chen only saw a slight smile at the woman in front of him, and gently foreheadd him: "Can I sit here?"

The tone is ethereal, and the ink dust is certainly willing.

Then the woman patted her delicate hand and said to the old man: "Uncle bring me a small stove, I want warm wine, a plate of beef, a plate of peanuts, and by the way, two more pots of grain wine, and trouble to add another wine glass." ”

The woman's voice is like an empty mountain flowing spring, hitting the rock, and like a pearl falling into a jade break, crisp and beautiful.

The wine and food are very fast, the old man seems to tremble slightly, but his movements are extremely sensitive, it seems that even if the business is not good, the restaurant always has wine and food.

Charcoal is used in the stove, and the kind of material used in the charcoal is the decisive factor in determining whether the food is delicious and whether the warm wine is mellow.

Mo Chen saw that the charcoal color was pure black, and under the reflection of the moonlight, there was a faint halo, obviously the wood used was by no means comparable to the ordinary wood in the mountains and forests.

And the ingenious technique of making charcoal was even more unexpected to him.

It should be an ancient stuffy kiln method, which is rare in the world today.

The charcoal made by this method is not big when burning, but it is not a fire like beans, there is no smoke coming out of it, but the charcoal fragrance is pleasant.

A small flask is placed on top to absorb the heat of the flame and is also excellent for warming the wine.

About the right time, the aroma of the wine gradually dissipated, the woman lifted the wine jug, her consciousness swayed slightly, and a wisp of water burst out, like silver threads, like soft rain, flew into the wine glass of Mo Chen, just full.

In a moment, cigarettes curled on the wine glass, steaming, gathering and scattering, covering the woman's beautiful face.

The two of them didn't say anything, the woman warmed the wine, and the ink dust drank, as if everything was so calm.

Wine in the throat, worry-free.

It was an ordinary wine, but after passing through the woman's hands, even the aroma became different, and the aroma of the wine contained a hint of fragrance.

As soon as the ink dust was drunk, I only felt that there were all kinds of tastes in my tongue, and they came up together, wrapping around the tip of my tongue, like a variety of life.

In the end, it was a cool piece, poured down coldly, which made people wake up from the suddenness and no longer ask about the sadness of the world.

Mo Chen drank the wine, but his eyes became clearer and clearer: "Mo Chen, I have seen Taoist friends." ”