Chapter 50: Tell a ghost story

"Want a couple of sips?" The old flower farmer blinked twice, looked at Yang Fan up and down, grinned with big yellow teeth, smiled with wrinkles on his face, and handed the pipe over.

"Thank you." Yang Fan didn't mind the saliva on the cigarette holder, so he took a few puffs. The spicy smoke rolled into his lungs before he slowly spit it out.

This puff formed a series of more than a dozen smoke rings that grew from small to large. The last puff spurted out a white sword that penetrated through the centers of the many smoke rings.

The old flower farmer looked at this scene and was stunned. He stood up and was shocked: "This, this, how did you do it?"

He considers himself to be a long-time smoker, and he never thought that smoking could lead to such tricks. For him, who has smoked for most of his life, it is like opening the door to a new world.

Yang Fanfeng smiled lightly: "If you are interested, I will teach you. It is easy to learn."

The old flower farmer's little eyes suddenly lit up.

Immediately, the old man and the young man started a very in-depth discussion on how to blow out smoke rings and how to create more tricks. After a while, the old flower farmer learned the subtleties of blowing out smoke rings. He blew out the smoke rings one by one and smiled happily. .

In return, the old flower farmer lent Yang Fan a spare pipe and a bag of tobacco that he carried with him.

Both of them were smoking cigarettes and chatting while smoking.

"My little brother shouldn't be from the house, right?"

"Not bad, first time here."

"What do you think of this place?"

"It's okay, but it's not suitable for staying for a long time."

It was obviously the first time that the old flower farmer heard someone commenting on the ancestral home of the Li family. He spit out his cigarette holder, tilted his head and looked at Yang Fan, and said, "What's the meaning in this?"

Yang Fan smiled: "Two more bags of tobacco leaves."

The old flower farmer was startled, then laughed loudly, and happily took out two large bags of tobacco leaves from the satchel around his waist.

Yang Fan put it away unceremoniously and said: "I am very cheerful. In that case, I will tell you a ghost story."

"Ghost story?" The old flower farmer was stunned.

Yang Fan raised his cigarette, nodded to the west, and said, "That rockery over there, if I'm not mistaken, must have existed before the Li family occupied the Seven-Star Gongyue Point."

A ray of light suddenly flashed out of the old flower farmer's originally cloudy eyes, and his look towards Yang Fan became a little different.

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Putting aside everything else, just these five words, Qixing Gongyue Point, are not something that ordinary people can say.

He looked at Yang Fan seriously for a few seconds, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes, this rockery has indeed existed for a long time... It should be said that not only this rockery, but also everything that existed when the Li family took over here, Basically it has not been touched, it is still the original layout.”

"The rockery is a fake. There is a lightning-struck wood at least ten meters long hidden in it, which penetrates directly into the ground." Yang Fan said lightly: "However, now, the lightning-struck wood should have died and sprouted new buds. The top of the rockery, A bud has probably appeared!”

At this moment, the old flower farmer's gaze towards the rockery became sharp, as if there were bright candles burning in his pupils, and his sharp eyes seemed to break the limitations of space and see through everything.

Immediately, his body swayed slightly, blurred for a moment, and then solidified again in the blink of an eye. If it were an ordinary person, it would only feel that the old flower farmer just twisted his body slightly and never left.

The old flower farmer took two puffs of dry tobacco, knocked the burned tobacco leaves in the pot, grabbed some more tobacco leaves, rubbed them a few times and stuffed them in. He seemed to say casually: "What the little brother said is quite mysterious, but even if it is really true in the rockery There is a piece of wood, and the wood has sprouts, what does it mean? "