Allure Treasure

I don't know if it's because they didn't drink much or they were too excited. This time, the three Huang Hailin brothers drank, but none of them got drunk. Naturally, Huang Que saved the drudgery of carrying people around. (novel)

After paying the bill and returning to Shi Yuefeng, Yang Qihu said that he was taking Zhao Daotu home, Zhao Daotu waved his hand immediately, pointed at Huang Que and said with a smile: "This is a ready-made driver, so you don't need to bother third brother."

Huang Que really wanted to scold this old guy severely, right now, after eating and drinking enough, who wouldn't want to sit down and have a good cup of tea and then sleep?But there is no way, Zhao Daotu is an elder, so what can he say?

Yang Qihu was a little worried, and asked, "Quezi, you've also drank a lot, are you okay?"

Huang Que was stunned for a moment. When he was in Xiyue Building, he had been listening to Zhao Daotu talking about the Luban box. Now he remembered the problem he had been worried about all along. But as soon as he realized it, Huang Que was stunned again. , I still drank half a catty of wine, but today, I really didn't react at all.

He shook his head blankly, "Uncle Qihu, it's okay, it's okay!"

"Boy, what can I do with some wine?" Zhao Daotu looked a little drunk, and after saying goodbye to Huang Hailin Yangqihu, he asked Huang Que to drive him back to Mao'erkou in a Touareg.

It's past twelve o'clock in the evening, and it's very cool in Qingcheng at this time. Turn off the air conditioner in the car, open all the windows, and the feeling of natural wind blowing makes the oriole very comfortable. Zhao Daotu leaned against the passenger seat On the surface, it seemed that he drank too much, but he didn't drink to the point where he couldn't find the door.

"Uncle, are you alright? Do you want me to drive slowly?" Huang Que asked.

Zhao Daotu waved his hand, his voice was hoarse, and he said slowly, "No, no, just at this speed, this speed is comfortable."

After finishing speaking, he hummed a ditty while closing his eyes, and the oriole didn't bother him, and concentrated on driving the car. He was a little bit worried that he wasn't drunk this time, and decided that after sending Zhao Daotu back, he would die again. Drink a bottle, mother, if you really can't get drunk, you'll admit it, and you won't think about it in the future, what about love, other people who have cancer are not afraid, but you are afraid of being stupid.

After the Touareg drove out of the ancient city, Zhao Daotu sat up a little straighter, spat at the window, and asked casually: "Ah, the Luban box I just saw at Xiyue Tower was really bought by you." of?"

Huang Que nodded, there was no need to hide anything at this time, and said, "Not all of them, Xiao Diu also helped a lot."

"Oh, how about telling uncle?"

Huang Que thought, since the second uncle took out the Luban box, no matter how secretive he was going to Wumutu, it would make people feel too petty. Besides, although Zhao Daotu did not have the second uncle's relatives, he was more or less Being called an uncle by myself, this old god stick is usually good to himself, so he immediately told the story of himself and Xiaodi going to Han Kun's lair to escape from death. Of course, everything that happened when he went to the donkey to unload the mill The oriole is still firmly in my heart, what happened in that place is too unbelievable, not to mention that I am now infected with a strange disease of not being able to get drunk after drinking, the ghost knows which link is wrong, before things are cleared up , even the oriole itself did not know how to speak.

Zhao Daotu nodded after listening, "It's just like what your second uncle said, it's really a coincidence to get this thing, lame old seven is not greedy to snatch other people's incense burner, so he won't cause such a murderous disaster at all , without this fatal disaster, there would never be anything like Wumutu, and without something about Wumutu, it would be even more impossible to get this rare treasure, Quezi, do you understand? This treasure that has gone through thousands of years is all You have spirituality, so you are born to be a lucky general."

"Fujian? Uncle, are you kidding me?" Huang Que didn't think he was a lucky general. Even if he was a lucky general, he would definitely be a loser.

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you. In fact, I have already read your fortune and approved your horoscope. You will definitely be brilliant in this life. However, you must remember not to be arrogant or rash. Your second uncle helped you choose this name." It’s a good pick, the oriole, the oriole is behind, it’s not a disadvantage, it’s interesting.”

Zhao Daotu shook his head. From Huang Que's point of view, the old magician must have drunk some wine and started talking incoherently again.

After saying this, Zhao Daotu leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes. He didn't know if he was drunk and fell asleep or he was thinking about his own thoughts.

The night in Maoerkou is deserted, all the shops are closed, and occasionally there is still a gleam of light in some shops. This is the case in the antique business. It doesn’t open for three years, and it’s open for three years. Sometimes it makes a good fortune. , you can eat it for a lifetime, people who do this kind of business are naturally lazy even if they are not lazy, this is not a big bargain for opening the door and holding a horn to shout [-]% off [-]% off, but an opportunity is needed, Only when the opportunity is ripe and the taste is good enough can a high-priced business be achieved. Another point is that antiques can be divided into black and white businesses. During the day they are business during the day, and at night they naturally have their business at night. When they come across some shady things , then it needs to be carried out in such a dark environment. About this point, the oriole still knows a little bit. Since the night was much deserted, Ruitu drove directly to the door of the 'Xuanmen Pavilion'.

Probably the sound of Ruitu's engine alarmed Zhao Zheng, who was guarding the shop. Just as the oriole turned off the car, the door of Xuanmen Pavilion opened. The not-so-bright street lamp at the entrance of the door pavilion looked weird. He looked at the oriole with a smile and nodded.

But even if you laugh, it looks terrifying to outsiders in the dark and hazy situation. Fortunately, the oriole is used to seeing it. When you see it for the first time, you will definitely have a shiver in your heart. Small estimates may directly scare to death.

"Zhengbo!"

Huang Que yelled, opened the Touareg's co-pilot door, and helped Zhao Daotu out. Zhao Daotu probably had a drunken attack, his body was as soft as mud, and he was talking nonsense, but fortunately, this old boy was as thin as a stick, At most, it weighed about a hundred catties, which was not a problem for a young and strong young man like Huang Que.

"Uncle, slow down, slow down!"

"Qiaozi, go in with uncle and drink three more cups!"

"No, no, uncle, it's getting late, it's getting late, I should go back."

After handing Zhao Daotu over to Zhao Zheng, Huang Que sat on the Touareg and started it up, waved at the two of them, and left Mao'erkou with his own worries.

When the last trace of the Touareg's tail light was hidden in the darkness, Zhao Daotu stood up straight with his crooked body, shook his clothes, looked at the direction where the oriole was leaving, and entered with Zhao Zheng. After entering the Xuanmen Pavilion, the door was closed immediately.

This old boy turned out to be faking it.

Zhao Daotu did not go to the room to rest immediately, but sat on the mahogany sofa in the living room. Zhao Zheng made him a cup of tea and sat beside him.

"Do you know what I saw at night?" Zhao Daotu said softly, and lit a cigarette, as if to dispel all the tension in his body.

Seeing Zhao Daotu's expression, Zhao Zheng naturally understood that something important had happened, but suddenly he said in a hoarse voice, "What good thing?"

Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng can actually speak. If Huang Que was here at this moment, he would definitely jump up in fright, because in front of outsiders, this Zhao Zheng was a dumb person. Huang Que knew him for five years. Six years, but never heard him say a word, not even a slight cough.

"I... I saw the box!"

"Box? What box?"

"That's the box!" Zhao Daotu said in a trembling voice, his tone aggravated.

Zhao Zheng's complexion suddenly changed, and the half of his face with vitiligo turned red instantly, which was extremely frightening.

The two were silent for a long time, Zhao Daotu smoked two cigarettes, Zhao Zhengcai recovered slowly, and said, "Are you sure it's that box? You know, we've never seen that thing before."

"I don't think there's anything wrong with the six-faced map, gods, men and ghosts, and the black fire iron wood box is exactly the same as the one in the legend. The box is now in Huang Hailin's hands, and it was Huang Que who got it. When I saw it for the first time, I almost cried out, but fortunately, I held back and broke out in a cold sweat. I thought about it for a long time and said that I didn't understand anything, so naturally I couldn't convince them. So, I said, that box is a Luban box."

"The Luban box and it are the same thing. If you say that, Huang Laoer won't guess it?"

Zhao Zheng was a little worried, and stared at Zhao Daotu firmly.

Zhao Daotu waved his hand, "You're wrong. There are only a handful of people in this world who know that the two are one thing. Who is Huang Laoer? I've known him for 13 years. If he can be a little bit accurate, He won't even come to ask me. I asked Huang Que. The box fell into his hands three or four days ago. If Huang Laoer knew, no one would be able to see it. I don’t understand, that’s why I took the risk of having a meal at Xiyue Tower to find out my words.”

"you said?"

"Of course, everything that should be said has been said. Otherwise, he would not believe it."

Zhao Zheng stopped talking, and after a while, he said: "You are too risky. Even if Huang Laoer doesn't know its real body, he must know that it is a priceless treasure if you say it is a Luban box. Chance?"

"Huang Laoer is not for money!" Zhao Daotu said heavily, "He has earned enough money these years. When I said it was a Luban box, I could find that his eyes even flashed A trace of disappointment, and later, I deliberately used the picture of hell ghosts to explain the theory of hell reincarnation, saying that Lu Ban used these in his later years to entrust his regret for causing too many killings, and I also said the word Nirvana and rebirth! "

Zhao Zheng was shocked, his heart was jumping with fear, "You are too courageous."

Zhao Daotu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "False is true, true is also false, senior brother, you are too cautious. It's not that you don't know the reason when everyone from the eighth world gathered together. You really thought it was for the great cause of the nation to kill the enemy together Anti-Japanese? That group of people, everyone has their own thoughts and goals, not because they know the secret of the "Hot Blood Map", they will be so righteous? The enemy's country is in chaos, Nirvana rebirth, white hair and beauty, who is this group of people? If you don’t want to be rich and powerful, who doesn’t want to live forever?”

"You mean Huang Hailin also knows this secret?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I didn't know before, but when I said the words Nirvana and rebirth, he obviously behaved abnormally, so I'm sure he knew 100%!" Zhao Daotu said firmly, and then said doubtfully: "Just now Know how he knows?"

"Do you think Huang Hailin is also a member of the eight sects?" Zhao Zheng continued to ask.

At this time, Zhao Daotu shook his head, "It's hard to say, too many things happened in the past, and now the foreigner eight lines are all anonymous, mixed with good and bad, I'm not sure."

"Will Yang Qihu know about it?"

Zhao Daotu waved his hand, "Yang Qihu probably didn't know that Yang Qihu's grandfather, Yang Wenzhong, also participated in the 'Eight Gates Gathering' back then. It’s hard to tell if you don’t tell your descendants, but Yang Qihu is a straight-hearted person, he’s not good at hiding his thoughts, if he knew, he’d probably have said it long ago.”

Zhao Zheng nodded and said, "Tell me, what should I do in the future?"

Zhao Daotu took a sip of tea, "Don't be in a hurry. After waiting for so many years, is it still in a hurry? Even if the box is in Huang Laoer's hands, so what? The world is so big, except for the mysterious descendants, Who can open it?"

"If Huang Lao Er is also a member of the eight sects, aren't you afraid that he will know this?"

Zhao Daotu said: "Sometimes people can't be too cautious or too smart. If Huang Laoer is not a member of the Eight Schools, it will be more difficult for him to find a mysterious descendant. If he Yes, according to Huang's second son's character, he dares to go out to find the descendants of the eight sects? Is he not afraid of getting burned?" After speaking, the skinny old guy smiled strangely, and he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart.

Zhao Zheng's right hand that was placed behind him yanked up, but his face was as solemn as ever.

ps: It's 12 o'clock, brothers, hurry up if you have a red ticket!Thank you!