Standing in the southern corner of the sandy area, this small building is shaded by several extraordinarily thick pines and cypresses, and its body itself is painted blue, similar in color to those evergreen trees, and from a distance, it seems as if it does not exist.

Blusch paused for a moment on the stone steps in front of the building, stomped the yellow sand off his boots, and dressed himself again before stepping into the building.

On the second floor, a man in a black robe stared downstairs, retracting his gaze as Brush's figure submerged into the last bluestone platform.

The wide, long cornices obscured the afternoon sun, making the light on the second floor somewhat dark, and the black-robed man's face was mostly obscured, revealing only a conspicuous hooked nose.

He had not shaved his hair, his gray hair was scattered, he looked old, and on his forehead was a circle of withered vines and hay, like a headband, and like a crown of grass.

He sat quietly at the table, like a deeper shadow in the shadows, and the rays of sunlight shone on him, and the outlines traced were also dull.

"The kid is here." The sound of Blusch's footsteps rang out at the same time as he spoke.

Then, his tall figure obscured the black-robed man's gaze, as if a half-section of the iron tower had suddenly been erected in front of the latter.

The prince of the southern realm had the tall body of the Gurtai family, but he had not inherited the handsomeness of the Fulun clan, who was closer to him, and his very divided facial features were not even upright, and one of his eyes was a little squinted.

If he appeared in the Fulun family, which was known for its many beautiful women, he might be out of place like an anomaly.

"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time." The black-robed man's voice was a little muffled, like a mass of mortar that could not be stirred.

Blush walked up to him, bent down slightly, picked up a corner of his black robe and pressed it to his forehead, and uttered a deep and low call from his mouth:

"Father Muwen, you're finally back."

The Central Plains meaning of "Muwen" in the Jin language has two meanings: one is "far and vast", and the other is "a majestic and powerful person".

And when it is used in conjunction with "Forehead Father", it is the meaning of "Righteous Father" in the Central Plains.

At this moment, the word "Mu Wen" implies not only the relationship between the black-robed man and Bullush, but also his name.

He was the stepfather of Blusch. His name was Muwen.

"My child, when I saw you coming from a distance, I knew you must have found the right arrow, didn't I?" Mu Wen gently patted Blusch on the shoulder, and leaned forward.

The sun poured down on his jaw, shining on the wrinkled corners of his lips, and in his open mouth, he could see that his tongue was a little more missing than normal.

It must have been cut off with some kind of sharp weapon.

However, many years must have passed, and the wound had long since scabbed over and fallen off, and gradually turned into a purple-brown and slightly thick mark under the repeated grinding with the teeth, as if a birthmark had grown on the tip of his tongue.

This obviously affected the speed of Mu Wen's speech and the clarity of his pronunciation.

Fortunately, Blush was extremely patient with his stepfather, and seemed to be used to the way he spoke, so the conversation between the two was not affected. ….

"Yes, Father Gregor. The arrow that shot at the wolf from behind is already in my hand." Brush's voice was deep.

After speaking, he slowly straightened up and smiled at his stepfather, "Three hundred taels of gold, and a few beautiful women. It's a pretty good deal."

Mu Wen also smiled.

The smile made the corners of his mouth open, revealing that most of his teeth were blackened, and several of them were painted with strange small totems, and then lined with the reddish-brown missing tongue, and the corners of his lips were more profound because of the smile.

"Well done, my child." Mu Wen said softly, "There are some costs that must be paid, and I know you will be able to do it. So, that's all that's left for the rest of the pack, and the obedient pigeons haven't come back yet?"

"Two pigeons flew back, and the rest returned

Gather information from outside." Brush took a few steps back and sat down across the table.

Mu Wen let out a low "hmm", stretched out his hand with old age spots, and picked up the gin jug on the side, the sloping spout soon flowed out of milky white wine, and a very faint milky fragrance wafted in the air.

He pushed the marigold, which was filled with milk wine, in front of Brush, and his hidden figure remained motionless, as if waiting for the other to continue.

Knowing what his father-in-law meant, Blusch said in a low voice after taking the marigold, "After the beginning of spring this year, there have been thirty percent more ships sent to the White Frost City than in previous years, and the Canghe River has been busier than in the past few years, and the goods on the wharf have piled up.

Our Stuff...... It's not that lucky, and it may take a little longer to find the right opportunity to sail."

He picked up the milk wine and narrowed his eyes in the intoxicating aroma: "Father Mu Wen, please rest assured, I have sent someone to keep an eye on the ferry day and night, as soon as the boat arrives, the news will be delivered to me as soon as possible."

Mu Wen sat quietly for a while, like a dying old man, and a cloudy breath came from his throat.

Then he suddenly stood up and stepped out of the shadows into the sunlight, and his whole face was revealed before Blusch's eyes.

Bullish looked up at his father's face.

On that face, a thin black cloth ran along the right cheek behind the back of the head, covering the right eye, as if a black wound had been cut there.

For a moment, Brush's eyes welled up with compassion, a subtle sadness permeating his undignified countenance, and then a genuine, intimate smile appeared on his lips.

They're actually somewhat alike.

He had a slight squint in one eye, and his father-in-law was blind in one eye.

With a gaze that bordered on reverence, Brush stared at Muwen's intact left eye.

That eye was dark cyan.

It is like the color of the sky reflected in the deep valley and pool.

It was an extremely rare pupil color between blue and green, and this beautiful and rare pupil added a bit of magnificence to this old face, supplemented by a deeper outline than ordinary people, it is conceivable that Mu Wen when he was young must have been an outstanding beautiful man.

Even though he was over fifty years old, with a lot of hair, and only one eye was left, and his tongue had been cut out, the aura he exuded was so unique and unforgettable.

As a result, the yin owl was beautified by melancholy, and the terrifying turned into a demon, and even the strange totems on the teeth looked so different at this moment.

Yao Jishan