Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 155 The Enraged Caesar (big chapter, please subscribe!!!)

Some people walk in silence wrapped in the night, and some people come in the morning sun.

Under the bright sunshine, the cobblestone road of Liulichang Street seemed to be plated with gold. A rickshaw rolled over the blue cobblestone road, and the driver in front was sweating and yelling at the same time.In fact, rickshaws are quite rare in this era. Basically, every household in the capital has a private car. These drivers also sell their feelings to attract tourists from other places. But the feelings are very expensive, and generally only those who have never seen the world Many foreign idiots are willing to pay the bill.

The coachman worked especially hard today, because the blond foreign idiot in the backseat was quite generous!
"Hey, you were born 20 years earlier, when the shops on this street were full of treasures!"

The driver's mouth pouted towards a jeweled two-story blue brick attic: "Just this 'Rongbaozhai', the predecessor didn't have a name. Pick! Some people have searched for water boxwood bonsai here, so go for firmness, hey! The five numbers at the beginning of the horoscope! Some people have also searched for a Guanyin jade here, and knocked a small corner, but guess what? Ice jadeite , counting to six! That’s a fortune!”

The coachman introduced it vividly, and spit was flying all over the sky.

Along the way, he pointed to the small blue-brick buildings with gold-lettered plaques on a black background, narrating the history and anecdotes like a few treasures. He inadvertently slowed down his steps, in fact, to walk more slowly and spend time with the guests. , Atmospheric guests can often end up with more tips.

"Six figures? You could have bought a courtyard house more than 20 years ago, right?" The guest in the back seat smiled without urging.

In fact, the six-figure figure is not even pocket money for him, and the occasional one-time consumption in high-end places is far more than that.However, following the principle of doing as the Romans do, he is also willing to learn more about the local customs and customs, and chat with the coachman more.

"Hey! Expert!" The coachman exclaimed, "Your accent, you're from Henan?"

"Do you think I look like a Henanese?" The guest shook his head slightly, brushing away his natural blond hair, "Probably my Chinese teacher in my early childhood education was from Henan. Before I went to university, I always thought that I spoke the most authentic Mandarin. "

The rickshaw detours into a sheep intestines alley. This is the backlit side. The towering green brick walls block the sunlight, and the green moss and creepers grow wildly on the eaves.The coachman gently put down the pull rod, and the car body tilted. He used the sweat towel on his shoulders to collect the sweat on his forehead. Maybe it was used for too long, and the original white sweat towel was covered with yellow sweat stains that could not be washed off by water.

"Guest, let's go somewhere."

The young guest got out of the car calmly. He was dressed in a rose red Chinese-style shirt with one-inch-wide white sleeves, black wide-leg slacks on his lower body, and a pair of Beijing-style toilet paper on his feet. He was dressed like a cross talk actor. .But he has hair as brilliant as gold, and eyes as blue as sea water.

"Thanks for your hard work." The guest took out a stack of red bills from his cuff, which seemed to be thick enough to rent a high-end limousine to go around the whole city.

"You have already paid the fare before getting on the bus, so just give a little tip to make yourself feel good. This is too much, but you can't do it!" The driver looked at the stack of heavy banknotes and waved his hands quickly.

"This is my habit." The guest stuffed the money into the driver's arms, "You've been teasing me all the way, it's very interesting, it's like listening to a special cross talk."

"Thank you, thank you!" The coachman was flattered and bowed hurriedly.Perhaps because he has never met such a generous customer, he hesitated for a moment and reminded in a low voice: "By the way, the deeper the shop here, the less good goods there are, and they like to prey on tourists from other places. , you can pay more attention!"

The guest waved his hand without looking back, opened a white paper folding fan that read "If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero", and walked lightly into the dark alley where the sun can't penetrate.

The customers stopped at the entrance of the shop named "Fenglongtang". Let them get dusty.

The guest raised his head and stared deeply at the "Fenglongtang" signboard above his head. It is different from other plaques in Liulichang Street. Traces... The young guest stared at it for a long time, so long that the strange color in those blue eyes couldn't help but surge.

He took a deep breath, and the cold morning air poured into his lungs. He forcibly suppressed the strange light in his eyes, and opened the blue cotton curtain. The copper bell on the door rang loudly, but no one came to greet him. There was nothing before.

The sunlight through the old papered windows became hazy and fuzzy. The guests took two steps, and the dust raised from the soles of their feet flew in the hazy sunlight, like dancing elves.

This store looks like it has been neglected for a long time. There are large and small boxes piled up in the corner, all of which look like old wood. The old objects on the exhibition shelves are full of dust, Tang Sancai, glazed rabbits, Qingbi inkstone... It seems that everything hides an unknown origin, covered with a mysterious sense of age and story.The gate seems to be a gate of time. When you step in, you will go back to a hundred years ago. Here, time is covered with dust.

The guests wandered slowly, and the air was filled with a strong sandalwood fragrance.His eyes wandered over pieces of ancient porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, brushes and inkstones, and finally stopped at the big red wedding dress in the corner.

The wedding gown is made of the finest lake silk, with delicate and gorgeous tapestry borders, stitched with gold leaf in the phoenix pattern, inlaid with pearl buttons and glass flakes.It was nailed to the wall open and flamboyant, and on it was a piece of ink paper as thin as a cicada's wing, on which a woman full of charm was outlined... Before the guest could take a closer look, someone made a voice behind him.

"The wedding dress worn by bannermen in the Qing Dynasty is the orthodox cheongsam style. At that time, the cheongsam had a wide hem and was worn with pants inside. Now those slit cheongsams on the streets outside call it 'Old Ancestor'."

The guest frowned slightly, his words were "sickling weasel", but someone came behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.He restrained his relaxed look.

"Phoenix? Mr. Lin Fenglong?" The guest said calmly.

"Governor of Gaul?" The boss smiled, "Mr. Cesar Gattuso, unexpectedly young."

Caesar turned around, his ice blue eyes flicked, and in front of him was an old European man with distinctive features.His hair is gray and white, his eyes are iron gray, his cheekbones are slightly sunken, his iron-blue stubble extends from his sideburns to his chin, and his bright eyes vaguely retain the handsome look of his youth.

The boss is wearing a linen shirt, with a pair of heavy iron eggs coiled in one hand, and the soy milk and fried dough sticks in the other hand are steaming. His Chinese is particularly idiosyncratic... This old European man seems to be completely taken aback. Sinicized.

"Has anyone said that? You have a calmness that doesn't match your age." The boss said with a smile.

"I know a lot of people who are too calm, for example, two Chinese people in the same school as me. They are younger than me, but they are calm like two little old men with no waves in the well," Caesar said lightly, "but No one ever told me to be calm, because I have never been a person who can bear my temper, except today."

"Oh? Is there anything different today?" The boss was slightly taken aback.

"Let's complete the deal before chatting." Caesar handed over a heavy paper bag, and said in a deep voice, "20 dollars for you, and I have clues about the Dragon King."

"I take back what I praised for your calmness. You are really impatient. I wanted to make a cup of tea and chat slowly." The boss shook his head lightly and smiled again, "But I like this kind of refreshing person, because my shop I don’t accept bargaining here, and anyone who tries to bargain with me will be kicked out.”

The boss took the paper bag, weighed it, and nodded with a smile.

"Do you know the side of the National Palace? There is a glorious alley, just a few steps away from here. In the Ming Dynasty, it was used as a place for making firearms and explosives..." the boss said slowly.

"I know that there used to be Wang Gong factory, and a world-shattering event happened. The Wang Gong factory explosion, the Mohenjo Darrow death hill incident in India, and the Tunguska explosion in Russia are listed as the most shocking events in history. Three mysterious explosions, these explosions have similar commonalities, the flames tearing the sky are accompanied by a huge mushroom cloud, everything happened so unexpectedly, creatures in a radius of more than ten kilometers were burned to death or burnt to death, and the explosion brought It has a certain toxicity, similar to the effect of radiation. Many experts say that it is definitely a nuclear explosion, but nuclear bombs were not manufactured at all at that time, and there were no such mass destruction weapons in the world at that time."

Caesar spoke quickly, with a somewhat impatient tone.

"People don't know, because these are all the effects of the Dragon King's speech spirit, which comes from a high-risk speech spirit with a very high serial number... I didn't come to listen to your nonsense. Someone has already told me this before."

"What..." The boss was stunned, and then seemed to realize something, and took a deep look at the red rosewood screen in the corner, "I see, the Gattuso family really deserves their reputation."

Caesar was expressionless and noncommittal.

"Then I won't show off what I have and what I don't have." The boss laughed at himself, turned around and walked to the blue brick wall, put his finger into the crack of the blue brick wall, pulled out a blue brick, and stretched out his hand through the hollow wall hole. He took out a knotted blue cloth bag.He slowly opened the cloth bag. It was a rough-edged paper booklet, a manuscript, which looked quite old, with crisp yellow pages, and the words "Tianbian Dichao" soaked in ink on the cover.

He handed the booklet to Caesar, and Caesar took it, flipping through it casually.

"An ancient book of the Ming Dynasty, a note of an unknown folk author, but it describes in detail the explosion of Wanggong Factory. The content in it is rich and mysterious." The boss introduced softly, "In his notes, there is a kind of Weird bird, its name is 'ghost car', or '鸧鸆', or 'nine-headed bird'. It used to have ten songs, but one was shot down by Duke Zhou in mythology, leaving nine, the one that didn't grow well The empty neck is always dripping with blood, and the largest "ghost car bird" can grow to Zhangxu long, and it is now comparable to a small fighter jet. According to the records of "Tianbian Dichao", before the big explosion of Wang Gongchang A month later, the vision emerged, and more and more "ghost car birds" gathered on the observatory, screaming like ghosts day and night, as if predicting the end."

"Is there such a thing in the world?" Caesar asked.

"Who knows? Maybe they used to exist, but now they're gone..." The boss shrugged, but then his tone suddenly changed, his voice was lowered, and he said, "Maybe they're hiding somewhere in the world right now." , hiding in the dark and watching you, like... a group of bloodthirsty bats!"

"Sounds creepy." Caesar commented blankly.

"Yes, this is the difference between this 'Tianbian Dichao' and other rare books, because it has more content about geomancy, which is what Chinese people often call Feng Shui, and things related to geomancy are always creepy." The boss pointed to the yellowed booklet, "Some people say it's metaphysics, while others insist it's science, while alchemists think it belongs to the category of theology, and there are different opinions. The original author of this book is a Feng Shui master , or a special kind of alchemist. His job is to find the dragon vein, but he witnessed this change at the break of the dragon vein and recorded it completely. Although the words and sentences in it have nothing to do with the dragon, but read you A dragon figure will be caught inside!"

"You can compare the capital maps of the present and the Ming Dynasty. It will be very interesting to step on the spots yourself. Old maps can be easily found at any antique vendor, but they are all newly made. They will follow the The price of the old thing is sold to you, and you have to bargain." The boss reminded, "I have explained everything I can, and you should not lose money on the 20 information. Can I ask you a question, Mr. Gattuso?"

"Well, I also want to ask you a question." Caesar said, "You ask first."

"Is there anything wrong with me? As a seller, I should be quite competent. I buy and give away. But why did you feel an inexplicable guard and hostility towards me from the moment I walked in?" The boss smiled kindly.

"Want to know the reason?" Caesar sneered, pointing his thumb over his shoulder to the red wedding dress on the wall behind him, "Tell me, how much do you sell for this dress?"

"Twenty-eight thousand..." The boss replied subconsciously, but his heart sank.

"Here is fifty thousand." Caesar put the second paper bag on the table.

Then he turned his head and glanced at the bright red wedding dress, and the familiar side face of the smiling bride on it, a ruthless haze flashed in his eyes.Suddenly, Caesar struck like a thunderbolt and ripped the wedding dress from the wall violently. The silk rubbed against the pegboard, and the expensive fabric was split in two down the middle.

Caesar raised his eyes and looked towards the wall, the haze in his eyes instantly turned into extreme anger!
The wedding dress was brutally torn by Caesar, and the white wall that had been covered was revealed, where a girl's silhouette was outlined. Although the freehand lines were just two careless strokes, they perfectly imitated the girl's tall and straight figure.

In Caesar's eyes, he was so familiar, because it was copied after Chen Motong!

"Mr. Gattuso..." The boss frowned, trying to explain something.

"Shut up! Our deal is over! Don't call me that last name anymore, I don't like it at all!" Caesar whispered, like a beast on the verge of rage, "The guy who likes this last name has been hiding there from beginning to end. In the corner next to it, it's like a little mouse stealing the wall!"

Caesar suddenly looked at the red rosewood screen in the corner, and shouted angrily: "Passy, ​​get out!"

(End of this chapter)