Chen Yang knew that Mr. Yu had been working hard for a long time, serving wine and talking about ancient times, just for this moment.

Mr. Yu sighed and fished out the bamboo roots from the wine jar.

As soon as it encounters the wind, the bamboo roots immediately lose the remaining green color and become completely yellow and inconspicuous.

Mr. Yu put the bamboo root in his mouth and chewed it.

Chen Yang could clearly see that the bamboo roots were like chewed sugar cane, all made of rough silk, and even harder than that.

However, Mr. Yu chewed it raw for a long time and swallowed it hard.

His old teeth were all stained with a layer of bright red, which was the color of blood.

Mr. Yu smacked his mouth, as if he was reminiscing, and sighed: "This bamboo root-flavored wine has been grown and brewed by our branch for generations, but no one has tasted it for generations.

smell?"

"It's difficult to make this wine."

"Each green bamboo is the result of the hard work of generations, but in the end often not even a single bamboo root can be dug out."

"Each jar of bamboo root incense can only be used by the head of the family. It is the most important resource of our Yu family."

"I never let my hand fall into other people's hands."

"Not to mention the collateral line of our branch of bamboo, even the direct line, no one has drunk it."

"Only the head of the family can enjoy it."

Chen Yang's expression became more solemn little by little.

He vaguely grasped something.

Yu Lao'er's words continued: "Our branch, descended from the ancestors, finally found an opportunity and secretly hid a piece of bamboo root."

"I have no other thoughts, and I have never thought about betraying my family. I just thought that if I had the opportunity, I would also taste the fragrance of this bamboo root."

“You can’t grow bamboos from generation to generation without even knowing what the fragrance of bamboo roots smell like, right?”

"I never had a chance."

Yu Lao'er patted his thigh and burst into tears: "My grandfather has been waiting all his life, but he didn't come;"

"My father has been waiting all his life, but he has not been able to wait;"

"The little old man thought I would never be able to wait in my lifetime."

"The base liquor of Bamboo Root Fragrance is something that only the family leader knows how to brew. The family owner is brewing it right now, so there is no chance at all."

"Today, the little old man finally found a loophole."

"Hahaha, this bamboo root, bah, doesn't taste good at all."

There was a "bang" in Chen Yang's mind, like thunder exploding.

He understood.

Yu Dahai, the head of the Dongfeng Yu family, is also on the Tonglu Mountain today and at this moment.

Just inside the Hades Mine.

Chen Yang's mind turned and he thought of a courtyard he saw when he was observing the terrain of the mine, and asked: "Bamboo Forest House?"

Mr. Yu nodded, still smiling, as if he was very proud of being able to taste the bamboo roots.

Chen Yang stood up seriously and bowed his hands to Mr. Yu: "Thank you, Mr. Yu."

His thanks are sincere.

Yu Dahai, the head of the Dongfeng Yu family, may not have much better cultivation talent than Yu Qiufeng, but he is the head of a family that cultivates immortality.

Hundreds of years of practice are no joke, and the accumulation of a family is not easy, let alone the head of a family with a solid foundation like the Dongfeng Yu family. It is not surprising that he has come up with something extraordinary.

If Chen Yang was attacked by Yu Dahai without knowing it, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

If you want to ignore such a person, you must at least be a disciple of the inner scene of the inner sect of the Yin Demon Sect. Only then can you do it with ease.

In other words, at least someone like Shangguan Qing can ignore Yu Dahai.

Chen Yang is still short of rank.

but,

That's without knowing it.

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