Zhou Qingli looked at himself when he was young, and he couldn't help but recall the past in his mind, he clearly remembered what the old monk said in his ear, what he asked him to do, and he went to the designated place without hesitation. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Although he was not an ignorant teenager back then, he had been on the road for two years, but after all, he was still a child, and many scenes were beyond his reach, for example, the seemingly ordinary courtyard that he sneaked into. Here, in fact, is a stall, that is, a joint place between the Tufuzi of the various gold school captains and antique dealers in Nanjing, where they will quietly bring the good things they touched some time ago into the city of Nanjing, and negotiate a good time with the recycling merchants, and trade here secretly, of course, the quality of the goods brought in is uneven, but today, what is going to be done here is a big deal, not that all the goods are treasures, just because one of them is a treasure that is unique in the world, that is, it is rumored to be able to open the door to the underworldAnd Zhou Qingli was instructed to take this painting, no matter what method he used.

Zhou Qingli carefully avoided the guards in the courtyard, lurked in the courtyard, and determined that there were only three people in the room through the figures reflected in the lights, two of them were standing, and one seemed to be a person of more status The author was talking about the two people who were standing upright. But it was too far away for Zhou Qingli to hear what they were saying, so he secretly approached the room, leaned on the wall and listened carefully, and finally heard the conversation in the room.

"Master, this time we risked our lives to get this treasure, you have to give a good price, you know, good things are hard to find now!" said one of the standing men, and the sitting man was indifferent.

"Master, you will give me a word when you arrive, we have only contacted you alone when we come to Nanjing this time! If you are not sincere in asking, we will change our home, and I don't believe that no one in Zhedong Xinhui wants it?" Seeing that the other party did not answer, the other person standing was obviously a little displeased.

"Are you threatening me?" the sitting man finally spoke, although it was a question, but his tone was unusually flat.

"Don't dare, don't dare, I'm not afraid that the master will miss out on the good thing, I know that the master has been looking for this thing all along......"

"Okay, you said that this box contains a picture of Huangquan Gui, and you don't let me see it, how do I know if it's true?" the latter interrupted him, and got up from his seat.

"Master, we have been trading for so long, can you rest assured that we two brothers? If this is an ordinary treasure, I don't need to hide it like this, right? In this way, if you must have a look, you will give a number, and say how much you can bid, and I will open it for you to see!"

"Little Liuzi, if you learn shrewdly, you will bargain with me!" The man who was sitting sneered and said, "Okay, if this is true, I promise to give you two brothers a price that you two don't need to go to the grave for ten lifetimes, do you think you are still satisfied?"

"Okay, I'll be relieved if you say this!" said the man who had been standing in the back after a moment's hesitation, and took out a long box from his bosom, opened it carefully, and took out something from the box, which was a painting scroll from the shape. He unfastened the rope and shook it slightly, and the scroll unfolded in front of the man who had been standing. Na Ran was tall, and when he saw the painting, he immediately bent down half of his body to observe the things painted on the painting, and finally made a gesture of worship, which made Zhou Qingli who was lying on the wall very surprised, what was it on the painting that could make people make such a move. So he moved around again, trying to peek through the crack in the door, but guessed a piece of rubble and made a "click" sound. This immediately attracted the attention of the guards in the courtyard.

"Who's there!" a guard shouted, followed by the sound of close footsteps coming from all directions in the direction of Zhou Qingbarley, Zhou Qingli had no way to escape, so he simply stood up directly, and soon a group of guards appeared in front of him and surrounded him, he was extremely frightened, but he did not show it. He took half a step back, leaning against the door, but the door behind him was pulled open at the same time, and he immediately lost his center of gravity and sat down in the room.

"So many of you let a little hairy boy break in?" Zhou Qingli looked up and saw a tall middle-aged man standing beside him, this person was obviously the person who was originally sitting, he faced the guards in the courtyard and scolded, but the guards lowered their heads and did not dare to answer.

"Little friend, where are you from?" After scolding the guards, the middle-aged man lowered his head and asked in a soft voice to Zhou Qingli who was sitting on the ground.

"I, I'm here to pick up something!" Zhou Qingli didn't know where he got the courage at that time, so he directly said his intention.

"Oh, take something, I don't know what you're going to take, just if you can sneak in without these rice buckets, as long as it's not too much, I can give you something!" the middle-aged man spoke again, and there was a bit of appreciation in his words.

"I, I want the painting in the box!" Zhou Qingli stood up and pointed to the box in the hand of the middle-aged man behind him.

"You, haha, it's really wishful thinking at such a young age!" Hearing Zhou Qingliang's words, the person holding the box immediately laughed.

"Little friend, everything else in this room can be given to you, but this one can't!" said the middle-aged man shaking his head.

"I don't want anything else, just this thing!" Zhou Qingli said in a deep voice, as if a newborn calf was not afraid of tigers.

"It seems that you are quite persistent! Tell me who asked you to be cannon fodder? It is really immoral to send a stinky child here!" the middle-aged man said after looking at Zhou Qingbari.

"No one asked me to come, I came by myself!" replied Zhou Qingliang.

"Do you know what's in this box, it's worthless, and it can kill you!" said the middle-aged man, squinting.

"I don't know what it is, and I don't care if he's worth it or not, but I must take it away today!" Zhou Qingli glared at the middle-aged man, and then clenched his fists.

"Hey, it's a good seedling, it's a pity that I became someone else's head gun, it's a pity!" Seeing Zhou Qingli so persistent, the middle-aged man couldn't help but sigh and shook his head, and then glanced at the guards in the courtyard. Zhou Qingli also immediately resisted, but after all, a child was fighting alone, and he was quickly knocked to the ground, and then dragged to the yard by a guard to continue punching and kicking.

"You don't need to stay alive, you can't be my pawn anyway!" the middle-aged man gave the order, turned back to the house and closed the door.

In the courtyard, Zhou Qingli was pressed to the ground, endured punches and kicks like a torrential rain, and gradually became a little confused, and the slender figure in green clothes in the high-walled courtyard appeared in his mind, and he silently said: "I can't die" (to be continued). )