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

Qi Tai's face was a little grim. Before he could speak, a man with a little bald voice beside him 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. According to legend, after the Qin Dynasty unified the world, Ying Zheng began to collect rare treasures from all over the world. In addition to gold, silver and jewelry, there were also various rare birds and beasts, and even many incredible treasures. Not only that, but most importantly, he obtained many secrets passed down from ancient times, which are all secrets! The reason why he burned books and buryed scholars back then was to hide these and take them for himself so that they could not be passed on to later generations. Later, Ying Zheng hid all these things in an overseas secret realm. And this dragon pattern secret box was related to this secret realm. But, the bald man looked at Qi Tai, "I just don't know if the dragon pattern secret box I mentioned was the same as what Master Qi said?"

Everyone couldn't help but look shocked when they heard this.

Qi Tai smiled slightly, "Yes, there have always been many different opinions about the origin of this dragon pattern secret box. What you just said is indeed a legend. However, there is a loophole. According to the research of my ancestors of the Qi family, this dragon pattern secret box appeared long before the Qin Dynasty, so it was created by Ying Zheng and it is just a story."

The man with a bald head narrowed his eyes slightly, "Or, maybe Qin Shihuang Ying Zheng is also the pursuer of the secret realm of overseas?"

The fat middle-aged man took a breath of air, "Then no matter what, the secret behind this secret box is deep enough! Maybe it can really dig out something passed down from generation to generation!"

Qi Tai snorted coldly, "From ancient times to the present, countless people have died in the secret box. Everyone has curious hearts. Please consider clearly how capable you can do what you have. Should you get 10 million safely and securely? Or should you take a risk and try the excitement? Things are not that simple, otherwise the mystery of the secret box would not have been able to be passed down for so long!"

Although Qi Tai's words sound powerful, they are not without reason. All of them are businessmen who seek wealth, and their lives will always be the first priority. Otherwise, no matter how much money you have, you will have the life to earn and spend it without your life.

Everyone here was silent for a moment. A graceful middle-aged woman winked at the bald man and waved her hand, "Oh, don't interrupt, let Mr. Qi continue talking!"

The fat middle-aged man and the bald man quickly agreed, "Yes, Mr. Qi, please continue talking!"

"Okay, okay," Qi Tai nodded, and then said, "The ancestor Qi Buchen tried his best to find out the news in the world, but he didn't expect that the dragon pattern box had other mystery, especially the process of pursuing it. It was really chilling to say it..."

In the 13th year of Guangxu in the Qing Dynasty, on the banks of the Grand Canal of Hejian Prefecture.

The canal pier here is located in Jingu in the north and Qilu in the south. Every day, boats of all sizes come and go, bustling in endless streams.

There is a teahouse in the city that is not very grand. On weekdays, you can only sit at the full house until the afternoon is approaching evening. But today, before noon, the teahouse is full.

Speaking of the reason, it was just because a storyteller came here.

There were also often men who talked about this storytelling here, and the content they talked about was nothing more than the Water Margin of the Three Kingdoms and the Journey to the West. However, this storytelling master was a little different. He was not talking about operas, but about the secrets of the world.

At present, Mr. Storyteller is talking about a strange thing that happened on the beach of Suzhou Prefecture during the Chenghua period of Emperor Xianzong of the Ming Dynasty. A dragon-patterned box deep in the sea fell into the hands of the Qin brothers in a mysterious and abnormal way.

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

Although the storyteller on the stage is not old, about thirty years old, the old typhoon Taoist was very vivid. He waved his hand and continued to say to the audience: "... After saying these words, the general immediately pulled the reins and led the brigade of officers and soldiers away with Qin Jiang and his young brother..." Speaking of this, the storyteller paused, smiled slightly, picked up the awakening wood at his hand, and slapped it on the table with a "slap", "What is the dragon pattern box? If you want to know what happens next, let's listen to the next breakdown!"

The listeners in the audience all showed a look of unfulfilled intentions.

Storyteller stood up and packed his things on his own, not paying any attention to a man with two beards staring at him straight on the table in the corner.

The storyteller packed up and walked out of the teahouse to a small restaurant next to him. He ordered a plate of side dishes and a pot of wine, and he savored himself. However, before his second glass of wine had been finished, a figure walked to his table and chuckled, "Sir, so excited!"

The storyteller looked up and saw that the person standing next to him was not tall and thin, but was energetic, especially his eyes were shining. He was obviously a trainee. He was not old, but had two beards.

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

The bearded man sat down openly and shouted to the waiter: "My man, add some food and a pot of wine!"

"Okay, you'll be there later!"

The storyteller filled the wine glass in front of him again, looking at the mustache with a pair of smiling eyes, without saying a word.

Xiaomouzi looked at the storyteller, "Mr. Qin, you and I will drink a drink together, probably don't mind?"

The storyteller raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you know my surname is Qin?"

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

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

Xiaomoustache was stunned when she heard the storyteller's words.

At this time, the waiter brought the wine and food, "Customer, use your dishes and wine slowly!"

Xiaomouqiu filled the wine and picked it up, "I'm here to go Qi Buchen, it's fate to get together, I'll give you a glass of sir."

The storyteller also picked up the wine glass, "I dare not, please!"

Qi Buchen drank the wine in one go, "What the gentleman said just now is very interesting."

The storyteller waved his hand, "The unofficial history of the rivers and lakes is not worthy of the truth."

Qi Buchen sneered, "I have heard a similar rumor below, and I want to ask for advice from the teacher."

The storyteller raised his head and looked at Qi Buchen. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes became a little serious.

Qi Buchen continued: "I heard that after the Qinjiang brothers were taken away by the Fengguo General, 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 sounds even more strange. After the Fengguo General got it, he sent people to Shuntian Prefecture overnight, intending to secretly submit it to Xianzong. At that time, there were many thieves on the sea and many bandits on the road. To be on the safe side, General Fengguo ordered people to disguise themselves as grain merchants and sailed a ship north along the Grand Canal. However, unexpectedly, on the way, the big ship suddenly broke and broke. The people on the ship had no time to call for help, and even the people sank the boat to the bottom of the river. When they learned about this, Xianzong was shocked and sent a large number of people to search along the river for a whole month. But strangely, hundreds of soldiers almost searched the river sections of the accident, but the sinking big ship disappeared. The dozens of feet of Wucao cargo ship actually disappeared out of thin air. Is this a very strange thing?"

The storyteller smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "It's really incredible to say, but who can tell the truth about the things that have happened over four hundred years?"

"I can't say that," Qi Buchen shook the wine glass in his hand. "The Qinjiang brothers are not fictional. They are brave and resourceful, but the right-hand man of the Fengguo General, and they served as the commander of the Duwei Guard. Since then, descendants of the Qin family have been working in the army. These are recorded in historical materials. It is also rumored that the Qinjiang brothers have never given up on searching for the dragon-patterned box, and even the descendants of the Qin family have been pursuing persistently. Until the Qing army entered the pass and Chongzhen hanged. The Ming army was defeated, and the Qin family's talents were hidden and disappeared."

Speaking of this, Qi Buchen suddenly patted his forehead, "Oh, I noticed that the sir seems to have a surname from Qin, so why should he be of the same clan as Qin Jiang?"

The storyteller looked at him without comment, and did not speak. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Qi Buchen looked at him with some fun and continued without hesitation, "I know that the gentleman walked along the Thousand Mile Grand Canal from south to north. Every time he went to a storyteller, he would talk about this strange thing. Could it be that he was also collecting clues to find the whereabouts of the disappeared Wucao cargo ship?"

The Storyteller shook his head with a wry smile, "I didn't expect you to have been with me for so long. It's really hard for you!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Qi Buchen's face sterned, "Where is the dragon pattern box?"

The Storyteller spread his hands, "If I knew, do you think I would still sit here?"

"Hmph!" Qi Buchen snorted coldly, "I don't have time to waste my life with you anymore. You have to go with me today!" After saying that, he raised his hand violently, secretly called the Eagle Claw Power, and grabbed the storyteller's wrist.

The storyteller's face darkened and he pulled his hands hard, but Qi Buchen was not an ordinary person. His skills were quite powerful, and the storyteller could not break free at all. Qi Buchen looked up at him and smiled proudly, "I advise you not to waste your energy, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the storyteller laughed, laughing happily. Qi Buchen was so surprised that he was about to speak, and he suddenly realized that he could no longer move.

Storyteller raised his hand and patted his shoulder. He shook his grasped wrist and pulled it out, then leaned in Qi Buchen's ear and said softly: "Next time I drink with others, look forward to my wine glass."
Chapter completed!