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Right after breakfast, Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu urged him to hurry up and enter the mountain. Since the weather was good today, they both wanted to see what kind of Feng Shui treasure could grow a top grade orchid here as soon as possible.

Even though Song Bowen repeatedly said that he was at his age and that everything was over, the truth was that the old man was more afraid of death than anyone because he was almost 70 years old. He had long wanted to find a place to live.

The people of Southeast Asia all believed that living in a good place like Fengshui could extend one's lifespan. Since he had just arrived at Yangshugou, Song Bowen felt that his body had become several years younger. If he could find a place to live in the mountains and build his own villa, wouldn't he live to be over a hundred years old!

Wang Dafu was no exception, the two of them had an exchange early in the morning and felt refreshed. It was much better than yesterday's mental state, and it was definitely because of Yang Shuigou and Feng Shui.

If Yang Fan knew that Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu treated the effects of the Spatial Spirit Wine like feng shui of the Yang Tree Valley, he would definitely die from grievance.

When the village chief heard that the two rich men were going into the mountains, he immediately wanted to call the village hunters to be his guides, but Song Bowen and Wang Dafu rejected him. They weren't going into the mountains to hunt, nor were they going into the mountains to explore.

Besides, the two of them still have several bodyguards. They have received professional training, how could they not be comparable to a few earth hunters?

Yang Fan didn't waste any more time. He took a hunting knife and stuck it behind his waist. Then, he took a few more machetes and let Song Bo Wen, Wang Da Fu, and a few bodyguards hold them.

Yang Fan walked on the waterway, while Scattered Flower Creek passed through the gully. Every family in the village had a boat. Sometimes, when they entered or left the mountain, the villagers would go on the waterway.

Although the waters of Scattered Flower Creek were not deep enough to run a boat or carry much cargo, it was much easier and safer to travel by water than by rugged mountain roads.

The Yang Fan family's boat was too small to hold so many people. Including Song Bowen and Wang Dafu, as well as their six bodyguards, there were a total of nine people. Yang Fan borrowed a relatively large flat boat from the village chief, and only then did the nine barely manage to get on.

Yang Fan naturally had to hand over rowing to Song Bowen and Wang Dafu, these two rich men who wanted to prolong their lives. With six bodyguards and eight people sitting in two rows, paddling together, the boat was actually going against the current at a speed comparable to walking on flat land.

Yang Fan was leisurely standing at the bow of the ship, using a long bamboo pole to take charge of the direction. When the boat was about to hit a rock in the stream or the shore, he would gently use the bamboo pole to poke it twice.

"Yang boy, don't just stand there. Since you have described the sport of rowing so well, you should also take some exercise!" Song Bowen joked around with Yang Fan as he did his best to row the boat. The old fellow was full of anger, but he actually had the ability to speak.

"No problem, but can you get a good grasp of the direction? "Don't let the boat crash, otherwise we won't be able to enter the mountain today!" Yang Fan was about to catch the oar in Song Bowen's hand, but his inaction was too much for him. The flat boat immediately crashed into a large chunk of limestone in the stream, and soon, the boat would be destroyed and someone would die.

Of course, the destruction of the ship was inevitable, it was impossible for people to die. In the center of Scattered Flower Creek, the depth was only about one person, with some places being only half a person's depth. Even if one did not fall into the water, they would not drown.

Seeing that the boat was about to collide with him, everyone cried out in alarm. Even Song Bo Wen cried out in alarm, telling Yang Fan to quickly change the direction of the boat. He didn't want to become a drowned chicken.

Yang Fan frantically jabbed the huge rock a few times with his bamboo pole. Only then did he manage to prevent the ship from being destroyed. No one saw the smile in his eyes.

Who would have thought that this old fellow Song Bo Wen would have such a short memory. As soon as the danger had passed, he looked at the green mountains on both banks of Scattered Flower Creek, and without knowing where he got the feeling of poetry, he actually began to chant a poem, "The apes on both banks can no longer cry. The light boat has already passed the Ten Thousand Mountains."

He was laughing so hard that Yang Fan almost fell into the water, "Grandpa Song you sure are lucky, even the monkeys in the mountains have come to give you the scenery. Your poem should have been recited like a monkey's cry, and the boat was rowing for less than a hundred meters."

"Go to hell, brat, do you know what poetry means?" You see, this green mountain and river, this blue sky and white clouds, what a beautiful scene filled with interest, ah, such a scene, if you don't sing a song about it, you will be letting down your motherland's great rivers and mountains! "

"Come on, as far as I know, Old Man Song, you're not a citizen of China, right? You should say the best rivers and mountains in your country. "

Yang Fan was so angry that he would rather die than give up his life. The old man was so angry that he was puffing his beard and glaring at him. If he didn't have to rely on him to lead the way, he would definitely kick Yang Fan.

Don't look at how refined Song Bowen was right now. He looked like an old scholar. When he was young, he was also a ruthless person who killed people without batting an eyelid. He had even killed countless people under his hands.

Yang Fan's words seemed to resonate with Wang Da Fu. He disdainfully snorted and teased Song Bo Wen, "Old Master Song, I really don't know what you people are thinking. You actually turned into foreigners with a shake of your body? "Could it be …"

Halfway through his sentence, Wang Da Fu held back and stopped speaking. However, the meaning behind his words was very clear. It was probably Song Bo Wen's group forgetting their ancestors and so on, but they didn't continue speaking.

He pointed at Wang Da Fu's nose and scolded, "What do you know, juniors like you all know how hard it was for us Chinese to travel across the Southern Ocean all those years ago. If our motherland could get stronger, why would we Chinese abandon our wives and children and go somewhere else?"

"Hmph, this is just an excuse. My ancestors had suffered before, so how come they couldn't live and go to a foreign country?" Wang Dafu seemed to have a grudge against foreigners, even towards a rich and powerful man like Song Bowen who was richer than himself.

"How?" "Brat, you still want to spar with me?" Song Bowen immediately threw the oars onto the boat, and got into a fighting stance with Wang Dafu.

"Since Senior Song is willing to enlighten me, then I, as a junior, will humbly accept your request!" Wang Da Fu was also not a merciful person. How could he be intimidated by an old man in his sixties? He immediately flung his arms and prepared to spar with Song Bo Wen.