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"Hehe, why would I live in your Yang Tree Ditch? Could it be that there is some kind of precious Feng Shui place in the Yangshu Valley? " Song Bowen's eyes were bright as he stared at Yang Fan, as if he wanted to read something from Yang Fan's face.

"Of course!" Yang Fan puffed out his chest as he proudly told Song Bowen, "Beyond our Yang Tree Gully is the Immortal Mountain. Even the immortals like to live here. Do you think it's a precious land of wind and water? Perhaps there will even be the legendary Blessed Paradises. "

"Oh?" Song Bowen was also interested, "Immortal Mountain. Could it be that there really is a deity within the mountain, have you seen him before?"

"This... "This …" Yang Fan looked as if he wanted to say something, but hesitated. It seemed like he didn't want to say it out loud.

"What's wrong, little brother? Are you afraid that I'll laugh at you?" "How about this, if what you're talking about is of interest to my old man, I will invest in Yangshugou for tourism, what do you think?"

The more Yang Fan stammered, the more Song Bo Wen wanted to know. He decided to use his investment as a promise to listen to what Yang Fan knew.

"Is that true?" When Yang Fan heard Song Bo Wen use the promised investment to trick him, he silently cursed the old fox in his heart. However, he immediately put on a spirited expression and excitedly said, "I remember when I was nine years old, I once went into the mountains to chop down firewood. When I was halfway through, I really couldn't chop it down anymore, so I fell asleep leaning against a big tree. Results... Guess what? "

Song Bowen was very excited, but who knew that Yang Fan would suddenly act so arrogantly. He angrily blew his beard and glared, "Kid, don't be so long-winded. Hurry up and speak, otherwise this old man will give you a big slap!"

"Oh, so what if you say it? Why are you saying it so loudly? If you don't have any sense of reason, then don't be ambitious. What kind of person isn't interested in telling a story? If not, then how can you call it telling a story?"

Seeing that Song Bo Wen could not help but raise his hand, he bitterly stopped and continued: "I was just sleeping, when I suddenly heard a clap of thunder, scaring me to the point where I immediately got up. I rubbed my eyes to take a look … Guess what? "

"I guess... I guess... Guess your head! " Song Bowen kicked Yang Fan's butt twice, almost kicking him out of the car. This guy was too infuriating. He had only spoken a few words before he started to keep suspense. Not mentioning the evaluation, he had truly been wronged by this good material.

"Aiyo, aiyo, old sir, why are you so strong? Have you trained with the Shadowless Kick before? Kick me to death! If you keep on kicking me, I won't care about you anymore!" "What? Where did you say that I was? I was kicked by you and I forgot all about it."

Yang Fan was about to continue nagging when he saw Song Bowen's eyes turn red. His face immediately became serious as he continued, "I was awoken by the sound of thunder. I raised my head and saw two immortals fighting in the distance. Results... Guess what? "

"All right, all right," I went on. In the end, that deity beat that fox, and that fox ran away, and that deity chased after it. "

"And then?" Song Bowen seemed to be very interested in this kind of strange talk in the mountains, and kept asking questions.

Yang Fan was overjoyed to see Song Bowen fall for his trick. When had he ever seen a match between a goblin and a goblin before? It was more like he had seen a fight between goblins before. In the past, when he had nothing to do, he would often play a fight with Li Qian on the bed naked.

As for the fight between a godly being and a fox, he had never seen it once, nor had he even dreamed about it. Let alone seeing it in reality, all the things he said to Song Bowen were just for fun. It was pure bullsh * t.

A deity can fly, but you still want to chase after him? Don't you think that's embarrassing?

Only by attracting the interest of this old man would he be able to carry out his following plans. Only then would he be able to avoid selling the good stuff at the price of a cabbage.

"And then the gods and foxes disappeared."

"Gone?" Song Bowen wanted to listen in, but who would have thought that Yang Fan would say such a thing? He immediately felt disappointed.

"Old Man, why are you so impatient? Listen to me slowly!"

"There's more? Also, hurry up and say it, what are you stopping for? " Song Bowen had never seen such a poor person before. It was such a pity if he didn't report it.

"I've been waiting for a long time, and it seems like there's nothing to watch anymore. Just as I was about to return home, a bright light flashed before my eyes and a huge fox appeared, asking me to save him. Lordmaster, if it were you, would you save him or not? "

"Save, why not save it? If we save the fox, it might become a beauty that marries you." The more Song Bo Wen listened, the more disappointed he became. Everyone could imagine the story that would follow. There was really nothing new going on.

"Hehe, that's what I told it, to hide in a tree hole behind me." Yang Fan's eyes flashed with a mischievous light. Just guess it. If you can make the old man guess correctly, then my surname will not be Yang.

"In the end, that deity came. He asked you if you saw a fox. You said that you didn't see a fox, or a fox running in some direction, right?" Song Bo Wen said dispiritedly.

"No, I'll just point it out to him and say that the fox is inside the tree hole. This time, it won't be able to escape, just grab it." Yang Fan was overjoyed. When he was young, he had heard a bunch of stories like these from the old goat herding expert. I can tell you more than one month of stories.

"What?" Brat, why are you so evil, why did you let the deities catch the fox? "

Yang Fan rolled his eyes, "Old man, haven't you seen too much of the chatrooms, and what's so good about saving an animal? Haven't you heard the story of Mr. Dongguo? If I had saved the fox back then, would you have seen me now?"

"How is that possible? Can a fox be like a wolf?" Song Bowen was quite serious, and he had to argue with Yang Fan.

"Old man, are you going to listen or not? What's next?" Yang Fan's main point of this story wasn't whether to save the fox or not. He didn't want to argue with Song Bowen about this.

"Listen, I want to hear more. What else can you say?" Song Bo Wen's old temper rose. Yang Fan couldn't just not say it now.

"After that deity caught the fox, he was so happy that he gave me a recipe for the liquor and then disappeared with the fox."

Yang Fan spread out his hands and said, "No more."

"Tsk, and here's the recipe? Keep boasting. Are you going to make up a story to fool my old man so I can buy your recipe or your recipe?" Who was Song Bowen? He was a veteran Chinese businessman. Once he heard Yang Fan's story, he immediately exposed the meaning behind his words.

"Originally that's what I meant, but now that you're saying it, old man, I really don't want to sell it anymore. Don't think about buying my recipe in the future, at most, you can buy my recipe, but who told you not to believe that my formula was given by an immortal."

Yang Fan talked a lot, all for the sake of leading to the matter of the medicinal wine. Regardless of whether or not Song Bowen believed the story he had invented, he would tell it first.

However, as long as there was the cooperation of legends, the related industries would immediately increase their value. People ate this stuff, and there were people who knew it was fake or believed it, and this was the psychological effect of humans. It was better to have allusions than no legends.