Lin Mengyao woke up quietly, holding the incense burner, and sighed like a treasure: "This is the fragrance of rational qi, Mr. has reached such a state, but the ridiculous little woman is still arrogant?"

After speaking, he bowed down to Wen Yiming Yingying, and said respectfully: "Nine products of incense, one product and one heavy heaven!" The ancestors often admonished us to be modest and studious, and the folk hidden dragon and crouching tiger, originally had a little resentment in my heart, but today I have to see Mr., Meng Yao can really be said to sit in the well and watch the sky, which is ridiculous!"

Turning to Ah Cheng, he said, "This time Douxiang Mengyao is convinced!"

"This ......" Ah Gong was very surprised and asked, "We still have a game, why don't Miss Lin ......"

"No need!" Lin Mengyao waved her hand, looked at Wen Yiming, and said respectfully: "If it were someone else, Mengyao would definitely persevere to the end and protect the century-old prestige of Yunxiangzhai! It's a pity that I met Mr., the gap is worlds apart! No matter how much entanglement is a meaningless move, it will end up inferior, which makes Mr. laugh!"

Ah Gong nodded, since people decided to give up, then he would not be a villain in vain, and he glanced at Daddy Diao, and was just about to announce the result of the game.

"Wait!"

Wen Yiming suddenly stopped, inspected the audience, and said loudly: "It's a rare opportunity to fight incense in Guibaodi, although the result has been decided, but I hope to continue in the last game!"

"May I ask Ah Gong and Daddy Diao, how are you going to carry out the third incense fight?"

Diao's father was stunned for a moment and explained: "We have rules in Miao Village, agarwood is a treasure of heaven and earth, but where you fight incense, you must be decided by the elves in the mountains, this is fair and just!"

After speaking, with a wave of his hand, the three strong guys gave two sacks, and Diao Lao Dad smiled: "This is the mountain elf!"

"Butterfly?" Wen Yiming's nose moved slightly, and he smiled: "I see!"

"Yes, it's a butterfly!" Diao explained: "People have selfish intentions and preferences, so it's unfair for us to be judges." Butterflies are different, they are the most sensitive to aroma, here are a hundred flower butterflies, the incense fighters each light the incense, and finally they decide who is the winner!"

"Interesting!"

Wen Yiming laughed, I didn't expect Miao Village to have such a rule, think about it, what is more sensitive to aroma than butterfly bees?

Looking at the expectant eyes around him, Wen Yiming slowly took out the sachet and said loudly: "Brothers and sisters, we are destined to meet today, Yaxiangju is interested in cooperating with Miao Zhai to develop agarwood for a long time. I can guarantee that the price is definitely not a problem, I hope you will support a lot!"

After speaking, he opened the sachet, put it into the incense burner, put the incense burner in the middle of the open space, and announced: "This is a burn of incense for the people of the mountains!"

lit, the light smoke was faint, and then motioned to Diao Lao to untie the sack, release all the butterflies, and instantly a hundred butterflies were free, dancing in mid-air, as elegant and agile as an elf!

"Look, look!"

Suddenly, all the butterflies seemed to have discovered some peerless delicacy, and all gathered in the air above the incense burner, constantly spinning and flying, and finally formed a butterfly tornado!

"It's ......"

Daddy Diao looked at the strange scene in front of him, and said excitedly: "Hundred butterflies around the incense!

Everyone was stunned and watched as the butterflies fluttered, a whole hundred, and none of them flew away!

Colorful butterflies gradually form a formation, swirling around the light smoke emitted by the incense burner, like a tornado, and the excitement is abnormal, as if sharing the supreme delicacy.

"God!"

Lin Mengyao covered her small mouth with her hand, her face was full of shock, staring at the incense burner, and there was only one thought in her mind: What kind of incense is this!

The audience was silent, everyone was deeply shocked by the scene in front of them, only Wen Yiming secretly felt distressed, in order to pretend to be this forced brother, it was bloody!

I have deeper considerations for this incense fight, although I have been appreciated by Diao's father and has been acting as an agarwood agent for a long time, but after all, the old man is used to going alone, no matter how high the level is, it is difficult to make a forest alone, and the scale will not be large.

It happened that Yun Xiangzhai came out halfway and proposed Douxiang, which was also a chance for Yaxiangju to show himself. The Miao people respect heroes, have faith, and are full of reverence for the mountains, which is why he is so high-profile!

Looking at the shocked expressions of the audience, I believe that Yaxiangju's reputation will inevitably soar, and after the word of mouth of the mountain people, coupled with the temptation of fair prices, there will be a more stable foundation for long-term cooperation.

So last night, I gritted my teeth and cut off the warbler song green the size of my fingernails, and synthesized this incense according to Chen's incense spectrum, a hundred flowers!

In fact, the use of the hundred flowers is the same as that of Yuhua incense, there was no perfume in ancient times, and the clothes could only be smoked with spices, and the nobles liked all kinds of floral fragrances, so there was the appearance of the hundred flowers fragrance.

The ingredients are very complicated, fortunately with the help of Yingge Green, what is more representative of the mountain than it?

For more than half an hour, after the light smoke burned out, the butterfly still refused to leave, lingering in the air. It wasn't until the incense burner was cold that they gradually dispersed and returned to the mountains and forests, leaving behind a myth!

"This ......" Ah Gong excitedly grabbed Wen Yiming's hand and said urgently: "Dare to ask sir, what kind of incense is this?"

"Hundred flowers!"

Wen Yiming held Ah Gong, inspected the audience, looked at the fanatical expressions of the mountain people, and said loudly: "Hundred flowers, I respect the people of the mountains, may this paradise be peaceful forever, and the people will be rich and healthy!"

"Good!"

Ah Gong excitedly raised his cane and said loudly: "I, on behalf of the people of Dashan, thank you for your blessing to us! I believe that the butterfly elf has brought the blessing to the gods of Dashan, and our Miao Village will definitely prosper!"

After speaking, he took the lead and bowed to the mountain, bowed three times and bowed nine times to the mountain, all the mountain people knelt down, and even Ah Feng was full of piety, praying for peace in the future.

Ah Gong took Wen Yiming's hand and raised it high: "I announce, Mr. will be our honored guest in Miao Village in the future, do you say it's okay?"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

All the mountain people applauded, they are people of faith, they have been full of reverence for nature since childhood, and now there are people who can control the butterfly elf?

Isn't it a messenger sent by the mountains to the earth?

Wen Yiming smiled and said nothing, looking at the admiring eyes of the mountain people, and said secretly: "Is this force pretending to be big?"