Last night, on the shore of that quiet lake, Zheng Shaoqiu learned a lot about Mr. Wang's deeds from Chai Yanduo.

This girl has been a doctor since elementary school, following her uncle's knees, the medicine hall is just opposite the mid-mountain hall, although the peers are like enemies, but Chai Yanduo respects Mr. Wang from the bottom of his heart.

Because, Wang Lao is a descendant of Wang Mengying, a famous doctor in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and her medical skills are unparalleled, and her little ability is not even qualified to lift shoes compared with the old gentleman.

When she was a child, she wandered around the mid-mountain hall a lot, and she also learned a lot of secret techniques and good prescriptions.

Since the death of his uncle, the burden of Yaotang has fallen on Chai Yanduo's immature shoulders, day after day, year after year, Mr. Wang is getting older and older, and his body is not as good as day by day.

But even so, he still went out early and returned late, hanging pots to save people, which made Chai Yanduo sincerely admire.

Hearing the bad news today, Chai Yanduo was sad in her heart, and she burst into tears.

Zheng Shaoqi sat quietly on the threshold, listening to the cries in the medicine hall, looking at the pedestrians wearing black silk on the street, his face did not change in the slightest.

After a while, the group of people who entered the Mid-Levels Hall all walked out, gathered at the door in twos and threes, and called again a few minutes later.

Zheng Shaoqiu's eyelids were half drooping, he turned over and took out a small stool from the medicine hall, sat at the door, and casually took out a rectangular box.

The box didn't look big, about a foot 2 long, between four or five inches wide, and only an inch thick.

Originally, this box still had a shell, but it was torn off by Zheng Shaoqiu last night and sank to the bottom of the lake forever.

Chai Yanduo was right before, Xiaolong Lake does have a dragon back beach, this dragon back beach is indeed a dragon vein, and on the edge of the dragon vein, a academy was once set up, called Huanggang Academy.

The reason why Zheng Shaoqiu went to great lengths to find this place was very simple.

He knew that there was once a man who had buried something at the bottom of the lake.

That person's identity is amazing, known as the king of the Daomen, the ghost shadow and the moon.

Looking at the whole world, there are also people who will hide objects in this way.

In his exact words, it is not safe to wear the baby on the body, it is better to find a place to hide it.

If one day you are destined to come back, then go and take it, and if you are unfortunate enough to die, leave it to future generations.

If the descendants are not blessed, then there is no way, and it is better to leave it to the destined people.

After a hundred years, the vicissitudes of life, this object still fell into Zheng Shaoqiu's hands in the end.

As we all know, Huaxia is divided into three major dry dragons, and subdivided into twenty-four dragon veins, but the dragon back stall is not among them, itself belongs to the odd number.

Therefore, Huanggang Academy was once prominent.

But at the same time, because each dragon vein has a lifespan, since the Ming Dynasty, the academy has sunset and declined.

Until the Republic of China period, the dragon vein had no aura and was completely abandoned.

Last night, Chai Yanduo also mentioned a geological team, and he didn't even have to think about it, it must be the famous mountain and sea geological team.

A treacherous look flashed in Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "The dragon vein of Xiaolong Lake has been abandoned for a hundred years, and they still haven't let it go, it's enough!"

"Is this trying to emulate Liu Bowen?"

The only thing to be thankful for is that the Mountain and Sea Geology Team cut off the dragon's back, but they didn't find anything hidden in it by the ghost moon.

Zheng Shaoqiu picked up a knife from the side and gently slashed it across the surface, revealing its primary color.

Because of long-term immersion in water, no matter how strict the protection measures are, it will not play the slightest role in a hundred years.

Most of the exterior of the wooden box has been corroded, and the whole looks full of mottled marks, but in a slightly better place, you can see intermittent gold thread water lines.

The material is the golden silk nanmu, which is known as the immortal for 500 years, and it is not known who finalized this number, so there is no scientific basis.

However, Zheng Shaoqiu didn't pay attention to these, it doesn't matter how the box is, as long as the things inside are okay, then it's lucky enough.

The streets were crowded with people, shoulder to shoulder, and many tourists noticed Zheng Shaoqiu at the entrance of the medicine hall, and after a glance, they turned their eyes indifferently.

Zheng Shaoqiu peeled off the skin of the box, and then used the thin blade of the knife to jam into the gap of the wooden box, and then used his arm to pry it violently.

The wooden box, which had been flooded by the lake for a hundred years, finally revealed its true face and restored its former glory.

Moment......

The moment the box was opened, Zheng Shaoqiu took a pre-prepared wooden board next to him and gently covered it.

Next Second......

A puff of white smoke rose as if it were on fire......

The corners of Zheng Shaoqiu's mouth raised a smile.

Ghost Shadow Moon is still such a chicken thief, cautious, and even keeps what he hides.

These white smokes, which should be poisonous gases to be exact, can play a hallucinogenic role, and if they are opened rashly without knowing it, the consequences will be ......

Dead.

However, after a hundred years, the molecules in these poisonous gases have already decomposed, so Zheng Shaoqiu didn't take it to heart.

Time passed minute by minute, and three minutes later, Zheng Shaoqiu took off the plank.

After a moment, his face suddenly sank.

The moment it touched the air, the yellow scarf in the box turned into a puff of black smoke at a speed visible to the naked eye, withering and decaying like a blooming flower.

Then, something appeared in Zheng Shaoqiu's eyes.

It looks like a key, about 10 centimeters long, with traditional characters and a number number.

"Heaven, A, Chen......"

Zheng Shaoqiu carefully took out the key, looked at it several times, exhausted his brains, and finally sighed gloomily.

He didn't know the usefulness of the key, or the provenance of the note.

Immediately, he didn't think much about it, just put the key in his pocket and looked into the box.

There are not a lot of things in this, and the ghost shadow and ghost moon are this virtue, leaving a way out for everything, and never putting money in one basket.

The golden silk nanmu is a good thing, and under the protection of the box, the contents have not been damaged much.

The vast majority of the box is occupied by an oiled paper bag, which is supposed to contain certain items.

In addition, there are a few new melon seeds, and there are more than a dozen gold leaves.

Needless to say, this must be the back road that Ghost Shadow Moon has prepared for herself, which is also known as entanglement.

The color of this gold leaf is not bad, Zheng Shaoqiu pinched a piece and put it in the palm of his hand and gently shook it twice, and the weight was about fifty grams.

The golden melon seeds are a lot lighter, small and exquisite, with only about a dozen or so pieces......

Gold, at that time, was a hard currency......

Now, so be it.