Chapter 45 Dumb

I don't know whether I didn't drink much or was too excited. This time, the three brothers of Huang Hailin drank, and no one was drunk. Naturally, the yellow finch saved the hard work of carrying people.

After paying the bill and returning to October Feng, Yang Qihu said that he would send Zhao Daotu home. Zhao Daotu immediately waved his hand, pointed to the yellow finch and said with a smile, "This ready-made driver, you don't have to bother the third brother."

The yellow finch really wants to scold this old guy fiercely. Now that he is full of food and drink, who doesn't want to sit down and drink a good cup of tea and have a sleep? But there is nothing we can do. Zhao Daotu is an elder. What can he say?

Yang Qihu was a little worried and asked, "Sparrow, you also drank a lot of wine. Is everything okay?"

The yellow finch was stunned. When I was in the Xiyue Building, I had been listening to Zhao Daotu talking about the Luban box. Now I remembered the problem I had been worried about. However, as soon as I realized it, the yellow finch was stunned again. Today, not to mention too much, I still drank half a catty of wine, but today, there was really no response at all.

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

"Young man, what's the matter with drinking some wine?" Zhao Daotu looked a little drunk. After saying goodbye to Huang Hailin Yang Qihu, he asked the yellow finch to drive Touareg to send him back to the cat.

It's past 12 o'clock in the evening. At this time, the city is very cool. Turn off the air conditioner in the car and open all the windows. The feeling of blowing the natural wind makes the yellow finch very comfortable. Zhao Daotu leaned in the co-pilot's seat. It seems that he has drunk too much, but he can't drink to the point where he can't find the door.

"Duncle, it doesn't matter, right? Do you want me to drive slowly?" The yellow finch asked.

Zhao Daotu waved his hand, his voice was hoarse and slow, "No, no, just this speed, this speed is comfortable."

After saying that, he closed his eyes and hummed a little song. The yellow finch did not disturb him and focused on driving. He was a little worried that he was not drunk this time. After he decided to send Zhao Daotu back, he would drink another bottle. Damn, if he really couldn't get drunk, he would admit it and wouldn't think about it in the future. How about love? People who have cancer are not afraid, but they are still afraid of themselves.

After Touareg drove out of the ancient city, Zhao Daotu sat up straight, spit on the window, and asked casually, "Sparrow boy, did you really get the Luban box you just saw in Xiyue Building?"

The yellow finch nodded. There was no need to hide anything at this time and said, "It's not all. Xiaodi also helped a lot."

"Oh, how about talking to your uncle?"

When the yellow finch thinks about it, since the second uncle has taken out the Luban box, the matter of his going to Wumutu makes people feel that he is too petty. Besides, although Zhao Daotu is not close to the second uncle, he is more or less called an uncle. This old god stick is usually good to himself, and now he will I told Xiaozhu about escaping from Han Kun's nest. Of course, the yellow finch still kept everything that happened to the donkey unload the mill. What happened in that place was too strange. What's more, I am now infected with a strange disease that I can't get drunk after drinking. I don't know which link is wrong. Before it was clear, even the yellow finch itself didn't know how to speak.

After listening to it, Zhao Daotu nodded, "As your second uncle said, it's really a coincidence to get this thing. The lame old seven is not greedy to seize other people's incense burner, and it will not cause this murder at all. Without this murder disaster, it will never happen to Wumu. The matter of the picture, without the matter of Umutu, it is even more impossible to get this rare treasure, sparrow, do you understand? This thousand-year-old treasure is spiritual, so you are born to be a blessed man.

"Blessed General? Uncle, are you kidding?" The yellow finch doesn't think it's a lucky general. Even if it's really a lucky general, it must be a lose.

"I'm not in the mood to joke with you. In fact, I've already counted the eight characters for you. You will definitely be brilliant in your life. However, remember not to be arrogant or impatient. Your second uncle gave you this name well. Yellow finch, yellow finch, yellow finch is behind, it's interesting."

Zhao Daotu shook his head. In the eyes of the yellow finch, the old stick must have drunk some wine and began to be incoherent.

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

The night at the cat's mouth is very deserted. All stores are closed. Occasionally, there is a glimmer of light in some shops. This is the business of doing antiques. If you don't open it for three years, you can eat it for three years. Sometimes if you get a good job, you can eat it for a lifetime. Even if you are not lazy, you have to pretend to do this kind of business. Being lazy is not to open the door and raise the loudspeaker and shout for a 20% discount, but needs an opportunity. Only when the opportunity is mature and full of taste can we make a business at a high price. Another point is that antiques have black and white business. During the day, it is a daytime business, and naturally there is their night business at night. Some things that can't be seen need to be carried out in this dark and blind environment. The yellow finch still knows more or less about this. Because it is much deserted at night, Ruitu opens directly to the door of the 'Xuanmen Pavilion'.

Probably the sound of the engine of Ruitu shocked Zhao Zheng, who was watching the housekeeper. As soon as the yellow finch turned off the car, the door of Xuanmen Pavilion opened. Zhao Zheng, who had vitiligo on half of his face, slowly came over. The street lamp at the door of Xuanmen Pavilion was not too bright. It looked very strange. He looked at the yellow finch with a smile. , nodded.

But even if you laugh, in the case of this black light and hazy light, it is so horrible for outsiders to laugh. Fortunately, the yellow finch is used to it. The person you see for the first time will definitely have a shiver in the bottom of your heart. It is probably possible to be directly scared to death if you are timid.

" Uncle!"

The yellow sparrow shouted, opened the door of Touareg's co-pilot's seat, and helped Zhao Daotu out. Zhao Daotu estimated that he had a drunken attack, and his body was like a piece of mud, and he was talking nonsense. Fortunately, the old boy was as thin as firewood, at most about a hundred catties. For the powerful young descendant of the yellow finch, that It's not a problem.

"Duncle, slow down, slow down!"

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

"No, no, uncle, it's getting late. It's getting late. It's time for me to go back."

After handing over Zhao Daotu to Zhao Zheng, the yellow finch sat on the Touareg and started up, waved to the two, and left the cat's mouth with his stomach full of worries.

When the last taillight of Touareg disappeared into the darkness, Zhao Daotu's crooked body suddenly stood straight, shook his clothes, looked at the direction of Huang Que's departure, entered the Xuanmen Pavilion with Zhao Zheng, and then closed the door.

This old boy is actually pretending.

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

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

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

Zhao Zheng, Zhao Zheng can actually speak. If the yellow finch is here at this moment, he will definitely jump up in shock, because in front of outsiders, Zhao Zheng is a complete mute. The yellow finch has known him for five or six years, but he has never heard him say a word, not even a slight cough.

"I... I saw that box!"

"Box? What box?"

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

Zhao Zheng's face suddenly changed, and the half of his face with vitiligo turned red in an instant, which was extremely frighten.

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

"I don't think there is anything wrong with it. The six-sided picture, the gods and ghosts, and the black fire and iron wood in the box are exactly the same as the legend. The box is now in Huang Hailin's hand. It was got by the yellow sparrow. When I first saw it, I almost cried out. Fortunately, I still held back and broke out in a cold sweat. I thought about it for a long time and said that I didn't know anything. Naturally, I couldn't convince them. So, I said, that The box is a Luban box.

"The Luban box is the same thing as it. If you say so, Huang Laoer won't guess?"

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

Zhao Daotu waved his hand and said, "You are wrong. There are only a few people in the world who know that these two are the same thing. Who is Huang Laoer? I have known him for 13 years. If he could have a little place to eat, he would not come to ask me. I have asked the yellow finch. This box fell in his hand three or four days ago. Mr. Huang Second, if he knew, I'm afraid no one would see it. He just couldn't figure it out and didn't understand it. That's why he took the risk of taking a meal in Xiyuelou to explore my mouth.

"Did you say that?"

"Of course, he has said everything. If not, he won't believe it."

Zhao Zheng stopped talking. After a long time, he said, "You are too risky. Now even if Huang Laoer doesn't know its real body, if you say it is Luban Box, he must know that it is a priceless treasure. Do you think there is still a chance?"

"Huang Lao Er is not for money!" Zhao Daotu said heavily, "Over the years, he has made enough money. When I said it was the Luban box, I could find that there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes. Later, I deliberately used the picture of the hell to explain the reincarnation of hell, saying that Lu Ban used these to rely on himself in his later years. The regret of killing more, I also said the four words of Nirvana and Rebirth!"

Zhao Zheng was shocked and his heart beat, "You are too bold."

Zhao Daotu slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "Falge is true, true is false, brother, you are too cautious. It's not that you don't know the reason why all the eight professions gathered together. Do you really think you want to kill the enemy and fight against Japan together for the great cause of the nation? Those people have their own thoughts and purposes. Isn't it because they know the secret of the 'hot-blooded map'? Will they be so righteous? Through the intestines, the enemy country is in chaos, Nirvana is reborn, and the white-haired beauty is beautiful. Who doesn't want to be rich than the country, and who doesn't want to live immortality?

"Do you mean that Huang Hailin also knows this secret?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I didn't know before, but when I said the four words of nirvana and rebirth, he obviously behaved abnormally, so I'm sure he knows 100%!" Zhao Daotu said it categorically, and then said doubtfully, "I don't know how he knew it?"

"Do you think Huang Hailin is also a person in the Eight Men?" Zhao Zheng continued to ask.

At this time, Zhao Daotu shook his head, "It's hard to say. There were too many things that happened in those years. Now the other eight lines are also anonymous, mixed fish and dragons. I'm not sure."

"Will Yang Qihu also know?"

Zhao Daotu waved his hand and said, "Yang Qihu should not know that Yang Qihu's grandfather Yang Wenzhong also participated in the 'Eight Men Juyi' in those years, but this man is indeed dedicated to killing the enemy for the people. He is heroic and has no selfishness. It's hard to say whether he has told his children and grandchildren later. It's just that Yang Qihu is a straight-hearted and is not good at hiding. If he had known what was on his mind, he would have said it long ago.

Zhao Zheng nodded and said, "What do you think we should do in the future?"

Zhao Daotu took a sip of tea, "Don't worry, I've been waiting for so many years. Are you still in a hurry?" What if the box is in Huang Lao's hand? The world is so big, except for the mysterious descendants in those years, who can open it?

"If Huang Laoer is also a person from eight families, aren't you afraid that he knows this?"

Zhao Daotu said, "Sometimes, people can't be too cautious and can't be too smart. If Huang Laoer is not a person in the eight sects, it is more difficult for him to find mysterious descendants than ascending to heaven. If he is, according to Huang Laoer's character, he dares to go out to find the descendants of the eight sects? Isn't he afraid of igniting himself? After saying that, the skinny old man smiled strangely and couldn't figure out what was on his mind.

Zhao Zheng's right hand behind him suddenly pulled up, but his face was as solemn as ever.

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