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"Hehe, why do I live in your Poplar Gully? Could it be that there is some treasure trove of feng shui in the Poplar Gully? " Soong Bowen's eyes were bright as he stared at Yang Fann, as if he wanted to see something from Yang Fann's face.

"Of course!" Yang Fann stuck out his chest and proudly told Soong Bowen: "Beyond our Poplar Gully is the Immortal Mountain, a place that even Daoist Immortals like to live, don't you think it's a land of wind and water? Perhaps there will even be the legendary Blessed Paradises. "

"Oh?" Soong Bowen was also interested: "The Immortal Mountain, could it be that there really is a deity inside the mountain, have you seen it before?"

"This... "This …" Yang Fann looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if 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 the things you said can make my old man interested, I will invest in your Poplar Gully and build a tourism, what do you think? "

The more Yang Fann stuttered, the more Soong Bowen wanted to know. He used investment as a promise and wanted to hear what Yang Fann knew.

"Is that true?" Yang Fann heard Soong Bowen use his promised investment to trick him, and silently cursed the old fox in his heart. However, his face immediately lit up, and he excitedly said, "I remember when I was nine years old, I once went into the mountains to chop down firewood. Halfway through, I really couldn't chop it down anymore, so I fell asleep leaning against a big tree. Results... Guess what? "

Soong Bowen was getting excited, but who knew that Yang Fann would suddenly put up a show of suspense. He angrily glared and said, "Brat, 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 Soong Bowen couldn't help but raise his hand, Yang Fann bitterly stopped and continued: "I just fell asleep when I suddenly heard a thunder sound. I was so scared that I immediately got up, rubbed my eyes and looked … Guess what? "

"I guess... I guess... Guess your head! " Soong Bowen kicked Yang Fann's butt repeatedly, almost kicking him out of the car. This guy was too infuriating. He had only said one sentence before he started to keep suspense. Not mentioning the evaluation documents, 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."

Just as Yang Fann wanted to nag, he saw Soong Bowen's eyes turn red and immediately continued: "I was awoken by a thunderclap. Looking up, there's actually two deities fighting in the distance, no, it's a deity and a fox. 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?" Soong Bowen seemed to be very interested in this kind of strange talk in the mountains, so he kept asking.

He had never seen any kind of fight between immortals and goblins before. To say that he had only seen goblins fight was more like it. In the past, when he had nothing to do, he would just play a game of brawl with two goblins in bed naked.

As for the fight between the godly being and the fox, he had never seen it once, not even in his dreams. Not to mention in reality, what he said to Soong Bowen were all lies.

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?" Soong Bowen was about to listen to the story when he heard Yang Fann's words and 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? " Soong Bowen had never seen such a poor person. It was such a pity if this guy didn't go to the evaluation room.

"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 Soong Bowen 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 Fann's eyes flashed with a mischievous light. Just guess it, if you can figure it out, then my surname is not 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?" Soong Bowen said dejectedly.

"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 Fann was overjoyed. When he was young, he had heard a bunch of stories like these from the old goat herding man. I can tell you more than one month.

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

Yang Fann rolled his eyes, "Old man, have you seen too much chatty, what's so good about saving an animal? Haven't you heard the story of Mr. Dongguo? If I had saved the fox at that time, would you have seen me now?"

"How is that possible? Can a fox be like a wolf?" Soong Bowen was quite serious, he had to argue with Yang Fann.1

"Old man, are you going to listen or not? What's next?" The main point of Yang Fann's story is not to save the fox or not to argue with Soong Bowen.

"Listen, I want to hear more. What else can you say?" Soong Bowen was like a little kid with a bad temper. It was impossible for Yang Fann not to 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 Fann threw up his hands, "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 Soong Bowen? He was a veteran Chinese businessman. The moment he heard Yang Fann's story, he immediately exposed Soong Bowen.

"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 Fann talked a lot with the purpose of getting the wine out. Regardless of whether Soong Bowen believed the story he told, he had to lay the groundwork for it.

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.

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