The chubby middle-aged man frowned slightly, and then asked, "Then what's so special about this dragon pattern box?" ”

Qi Tai's face was a little grim, and before he could speak, a man next to him who was a little bowed said, "I know something about the name of the Dragon Pattern Secret Box. It is said that this dragon pattern secret box is related to an overseas secret realm. Legend has it that after the Qin State unified the world, Yingzheng began to collect the world's treasures, in addition to gold, silver and jewelry, there are all kinds of rare birds and beasts, and even a lot of incredible treasures, not only that, but most importantly, he got a lot of secrets handed down from ancient times, which are all heavenly opportunities! The reason why he burned books and pit Confucianism back then was to hide them so that he could keep them for himself so that they could not be passed on to future generations. Later, Ying Zheng hid all these things in an overseas secret realm. And this dragon pattern secret box is related to this secret realm. It's just," the man looked at Qi Tai, "I just don't know if the dragon pattern box I said is the same thing as what Qi Ye said?" ”

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but be shocked.

Qi Tai smiled slightly, "That's right, there have always been different opinions about the origin of this dragon pattern secret box, and what you just talked about is indeed one of the legends. However, there is a loophole in it, according to the research of my Qi family ancestors, This dragon pattern secret box appeared long before the Qin Dynasty, so it is said that it was created by Yingzheng, but it is just a story. ”

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, "Or maybe Qin Shi Huang Yingzheng is also a seeker of the overseas secret realm?" ”

The chubby middle-aged man gasped, "Anyway, the secret behind this secret box is deep enough!" Maybe you can dig up something that has been handed down from generation to generation! ”

Qi Tai snorted coldly, "From ancient times to the present, countless people have died on the secret box. Everyone has curiosity, but you should think carefully about how much you are capable of doing what you can. Is it safe to get 10 million directly? Or risk your life for the thrill? It's not that simple, otherwise the mystery of the secret box wouldn't have been around for so long! ”

Although Qi Tai's words sound strong, but they are not unreasonable, everyone here is a businessman who seeks money, and life always comes first, otherwise no matter how much money you have, you will have a life to earn, and you will not have a life to spend.

Everyone present was silent for a while, and a graceful middle-aged woman glanced at the man and waved her hand, "Oh, don't interrupt, let Qi Ye continue!" ”

The chubby middle-aged man and the man who was crowned with the top also hurriedly echoed, "Yes, yes, Master Qi, you go on!" ”

"Okay, good," Qi Tai nodded, and continued, "Ancestor Qi Buchen tried his best to find out the news on the rivers and lakes, but he didn't want this dragon pattern secret box to have another mystery, especially the process of pursuing it, it was really chilling to say it......

In the thirteenth year of Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, on the banks of the Grand Canal in Hejian Province.

The canal wharf here, north to Jingu, south to Qilu, every day large and small ships come and go, bustling, endless.

There is a teahouse in the city that is not very imposing, and on weekdays, it is probably only in the afternoon and close to the evening that it can be fully occupied. But today, before noon, the teahouse was already full.

Speaking of the reason, it is only because there is a storyteller here.

In the past, there were often gentlemen here who talked about books, and the content of what they talked about was nothing more than the Water Margin of the Three Kingdoms and the Journey to the West. But this storyteller is a little different, he is not talking about drama novels, but about the secret history of the rivers and lakes.

At present, Mr. Storyteller is talking about a strange incident that happened on the seaside of Suzhou Mansion during the Chenghua period of Ming Xianzong, a dragon-patterned secret box in the depths of the sea, which fell into the hands of the Qin brothers in a mysterious and abnormal way.

The audience sat in the audience, listening with relish, and they didn't even know that the tea in their hands was cold.

Although the storyteller on the stage is not very old, about thirty years old, but he is a typhoon veteran, and his eyebrows are expressive, I saw him wave his hand and continue to preach to the audience: "...... After saying these words, the general on the horse took Qin Jiang and his young brother with him, and led the officers and soldiers of the brigade to leave......" Speaking of this, Mr. Storyteller paused, smiled slightly, picked up the waking wood in his hand, and slapped it on the table with a "snap", "What is that dragon pattern secret box?" Find out what's next, and listen to the next breakdown! ”

The audience invariably showed a look of unfinished business.

The storyteller stood up and packed up his things, oblivious to the fact that a man with a moustache was staring straight at him on the table in the corner.

Mr. Storyteller packed up, walked out of the teahouse and came to a small restaurant next to him, asked for a plate of side dishes, a pot of wine, and poured himself a drink. However, before he had finished his second drink, a figure walked up to his table and chuckled, "What a pleasure you sir! ”

Mr. Storyteller glanced up, and the person standing next to him was not tall, a little thin, but he was full of energy, especially his eyes showed a fine light, obviously a practitioner. He is not very old, but he has two moustaches.

The storyteller was not surprised, smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all.

The mustache sat down generously and shouted to Xiao Er: "Man, add a dish, and a pot of wine!" ”

"Well, you'll wait!"

The storyteller filled the glass in front of him again, looked at the mustache with smiling eyes, and did not speak.

The mustache looked at Mr. Storyteller, "Mr. Qin, you and I must have a drink together, I guess you don't mind, right?" ”

Mr. Storyteller raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you know my surname is Qin?" ”

The mustache smiled, "I just guessed, it seems I guessed right." ”

The storyteller smiled and shook his head, "It seems that this adult is also prepared." ”

The mustache couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard the storyteller's words.

At this time, Xiao Er brought the wine and food, "Guest officer, your food and wine, use it slowly!" ”

The mustache filled the wine and picked it up, "In the lower Qi Buchen, getting together is fate, I salute Mr. with a glass." ”

The storyteller also raised his glass, "Don't dare, please!" ”

Qi Buchen drank the wine down, "The strange things that Mr. Shicai told are very interesting. ”

The storyteller waved his hand, "The history of the rivers and lakes is insignificant. ”

Qi Buchen sneered, "I have also heard a similar rumor in the next place, and I want to discuss a lesson with Mr. ”

Mr. Storyteller raised his head to look at Qi Buchen, although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes became a little grim.

Qi Buchen continued: "I heard that after the two Qinjiang brothers were taken away by the general of Fengguo, they were quickly appreciated and accepted as adopted sons by the general. ”

He looked at the storyteller and continued, "As for the mysterious dragon pattern secret box, it is even stranger to say. After General Fengguo got it, he sent someone to Suncheonfu overnight, intending to secretly submit it to Xianzong. At that time, there were many thieves at sea and bandits on the road. For the sake of insurance, General Fengguo ordered people to disguise themselves as grain merchants and sail north along the Grand Canal. Unexpectedly, on the way, the big boat suddenly broke in half, and everyone on the boat had no time to call for help, and even the people led the boat to the bottom of the river. Upon learning of this, Xianzong was shocked and sent a large number of men and horses to search along the river for a whole month, but the strange thing is that hundreds of sergeants almost searched the section of the river where the accident occurred, but the sunken ship was nowhere to be found. The cargo ship of more than a dozen feet of black groove actually disappeared as if out of thin air. Isn't this weird, you say? ”

Mr. Storyteller smiled slightly, took a sip of his wine glass, "It's really unbelievable to say, but, more than four hundred years ago, who can tell if it's true or false?" ”

"Don't say that," Qi Buchen shook the wine glass in his hand, "The two Qinjiang brothers are not fictional, these two are brave and strategic, but they are the right-hand men of General Fengguo, and the official is the commander of the Duwei." Since then, the descendants of the Qin family have been serving in the army. These are recorded in historical sources. And it is rumored that the two Qin Jiang brothers have never given up the search for the dragon pattern secret box, and even the descendants of the Qin family are still persevering in their pursuit. Until the Qing army entered the customs, Chongzhen hanged himself. The Ming army was defeated, and the talents of the Qin family disappeared incognito. ”

Speaking of this, Qi Buchen suddenly patted his head, "Oh, I just noticed that Mr. seems to be surnamed Qin, shouldn't he be the same clan as that Qin Jiang?" ”

Mr. Storyteller looked at him noncommittally, but did not speak, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Qi Buchen looked at him with some amusement, and continued without scruples, "I know that Mr. has walked all the way from south to north along this thousand-mile Grand Canal, and every time he goes to tell stories, he will tell about this strange incident, isn't he also collecting clues to find the whereabouts of the disappeared black trough cargo ship?" ”

Mr. Storyteller smiled wryly and shook his head, "I didn't expect you to follow me for so long, it's really embarrassing for you!" ”

"Less nonsense!" Qi Buchen's face turned pale, "Where is the dragon pattern secret box?" ”

Mr. Storyteller spread his hands, "If I knew, do you think I would still be sitting here?" ”

"Humph!" Qi Buchen snorted coldly, "I don't have time to spend any more time with you, you have to go with me today!" After speaking, he raised his hand suddenly, secretly called the eagle claw force, and grabbed the storyteller's wrist.

Mr. Storyteller's face sank, and he pulled his hand hard, but Qi Buchen was not an idle person, and this time his skills were quite profound, and Mr. Storyteller was completely unable to break free. Qi Buchen looked up at him and smiled proudly, "I advise you not to waste your efforts, I ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the storyteller smiled too, and laughed very happily. Qi Buchen was laughed at strangely by him, and just wanted to speak, but suddenly found that he couldn't move.

Mr. Storyteller raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and with a slight flick of the wrist that was grabbed, he pulled it out, and then fell into Qi Buchen's ear and said softly: "Next time you drink with others, take care of your own wine glass." ”

After Mr. Storyteller finished speaking, he grabbed the wine jug in front of him and poured a big mouthful into his mouth, then wiped his mouth and shouted to Xiao Er: "That gentleman with a mustache checks out!" With that, he walked straight out of the store.