The trail twisted and turned, and not long after walking, Lu Chengkong heard the sound of the river. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoLooking at the foot, it turned out to be a dark river that did not know the depth. And on the surface of the river, there is a small wooden road. Lu Chengkong leaned down, and with the incandescent light of the mobile phone, he saw that there were rusty iron nails on the wooden road. From this point of view, this wooden road must be a wooden bridge built by people.

But who will build a wooden bridge underground?

At this time, the sound of the piano was mixed with the sound of flowing water, constantly hitting the deepest part of Lu Chengkong's heart.

Lu Chengkong suddenly felt a feeling in his heart, all of this was so familiar......

He walked across the wooden bridge and came to a flat field. Directly in front of the flat ground, there is a large piece of bluestone. The light of the mobile phone, I don't know what to reflect, slightly illuminates the surroundings.

Lu Chengkong looked intently and saw a vermilion worn wooden box lying lonely on the bluestone. He stepped forward and carefully picked up the wooden box. The wooden box is two palm-sized, and although it is worn, it is dust-free. On top of the wooden box, there were several broken strings.

For some reason, looking at the wooden box and strings in front of him, Lu Chengkong felt some inexplicable pain in his heart. There are some good things in my heart that I want to remember, but I can't remember. But in the blink of an eye, Lu Chengkong's eyes lit up, and he said secretly: "If this is an antiquity buried underground...... This tree is thousands of years old, so ...... Then this thing must be priceless! ”

"Drip, drip." His phone beeped twice, and the light flickered on and off.

"Oops, there's no power." Lu Chengkong hurriedly stuffed the strings into his trouser pocket, picked up the wooden box, and quickly turned back the way he came. I thought to myself, "Is it possible...... I'm going to get rich? ”

In just a few moments, he ran out of the path and came under the ancient tree. Unexpectedly, the sky was dark, and the campus was lit up with neon lights.

Lu Chengkong clearly remembered that it was still noon when he went in, how could it be dark when he came out? But everything that happened today is more and more incomprehensible. Lu Chengkong didn't have the strength to dig deeper, so he hurriedly ran to a street lamp and opened the wooden box in his hand.

There was only one book in the wooden box, and there were four big characters written on it, "Lu Sheng's Art of War".

"What kind of book is this?" Lu Chengkong had heard "The Art of War", "Wu Zi's Art of War", and "The New Book of Discipline and Effectiveness", but he had never heard of "Lu Sheng's Art of War". He touched the writing gently, and although it was a little worn, it was not damaged in the slightest. Lu Chengkong thought secretly: "Since it is a book found from an ancient tree, it must be a priceless treasure. ”

"The Art of War...... Art! A smile appeared on the corner of Lu Chengkong's mouth, and he said secretly: "By the way, this is definitely the supreme art of war handed down by the ancients!" But when he opened the book and read less than two pages, his eyes immediately widened, and he kept shaking his head, looking lost, and said to himself: "This ...... This is obviously "The Art of War"! When he was in elementary school, he saw the comic strip "The Art of War and the Thirty-six Strategies", and it became the only extracurricular reading material just because the short stories in the book were quite attractive. Moreover, regardless of men, women, and children, they can also say the classic sentences in Sun Tzu's Art of War, and Lu Chengkong is naturally impressed.

Still unconvinced, he flipped back and forth twice. The content recorded in the book is no different from Sun Tzu's Art of War.

"Hey!" Lu Chengkong closed the book and couldn't help but sit on the chair on the side of the road, with a wry smile on his face. He originally thought he had picked up a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be a misprinted book titled "The Art of War".

"What are you doing with such a broken book?" Lu Chengkong experienced an unbelievable day, he thought he could make a windfall, but he didn't expect to pick up such a book, he was quite disappointed, stood up, patted his buttocks, walked to a garbage can, and was about to throw the book in.

But at the moment when he was about to let go, a question flashed in his heart: "Lu Sheng's Art of War...... Who is Lu Sheng? My surname is Lu, and this book is so strange, is there any secret in it? After hesitating for a while, he put the book in his arms, held an empty wooden box in his hand, and walked towards the dormitory.

At night, on the tree-lined path under the neon lights, a person wanders in the quiet campus, and Lu Chengkong is accompanied by only the figure walking side by side. But in his opinion, he is not alone. Because he firmly believes that one day, he will meet his other half, but sooner or later. Along the way, Lu Chengkong's mind always echoed with bursts of guqin sounds inexplicably. Everything that happened today is really incredible, although in the end I only found a broken book, I always have a feeling that I can't explain it and can't explain it.

As he reached the bottom of his dormitory, a white light streaked across the sky, followed by a roar of thunder and a fierce wind. Lu Chengkong recalled the notice on the ancient tree that there would be a storm tonight. I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, "It's good to be back in the bedroom." ”

"Where have you been all day? The phone didn't get through. Qi Dahu saw that Lu Chengkong was a little distraught, and couldn't help asking.

Lu Chengkong walked to his bed, casually threw the wooden box on the desk, turned on the lamp, and wanted to put this "Lu Sheng's Art of War" on the table, but when he stared at the book, he was still stunned for a while, and he didn't want to tell others about today's adventure. Because when he was in the ancient tree, he felt a peace that he had never felt in the past twenty years. It is to be free from all the troubles of the world, and there is no need to worry about how tomorrow will be peaceful. Such a paradise, I just want to enjoy it alone.

"Cell phone...... The phone is out of battery. ”

Compared to the tranquility of the old trees, the bedroom seems to be another world. The smell here is cloudy and complex. Lu Chengkong couldn't hide the tiredness on his face, looked down at Qi Dahu's socks piled up on the ground, couldn't help covering his nose, and went to the sink to wash his face.

There is another person in the same bedroom, named Luo Chihong, when he passed by Lu Chengkong's desk with a water cup, he glanced at the wooden box on the table, immediately stopped, his eyes lit up, he picked up the wooden box, and studied it attentively.

"Chengkong, did you get this treasure from the beginning?"

Lu Chengkong washed his face, recovered a little bit of energy, returned to the desk, and saw Luo Chihong holding the wooden box found from the ancient tree with an excited face, he was stunned for a while, and did not answer, but asked: "What's wrong with this box?" ”

"This is a baby! Chengkong, you can make a fortune! Luo Chihong's exaggerated tone attracted Qi Dahu and Ning Fei, who was reading a book.

Ning Fei put down the book in his hand, glanced at the wooden box in Luo Chihong's hand, and said with a smile: "Luo Chihong, how can you see anything, it is said to be a treasure." ”

Luo Chihong has a wide range of hobbies, but they are not long-lasting. He often told others that his name means big water, and he is destined to make a fortune in the future. His love for antiques began twenty days ago. In the early days, Luo Chihong still knew nothing about antiques, let alone identify historical relics. But after reading a few cultural relics and archaeological magazines bought from the stalls, he actually boasted of being an expert in cultural relics. Whenever you see a waste thing, you will judge it.

Lu Chengkong knows Luo Chihong well, if it was in the past, he would definitely ignore his crazy words. It's just that after seeing the strange appearance of the ancient tree today, Lu Chengkong was also a little suspicious, and hurriedly leaned over and asked, "Then tell me quickly, what kind of treasure is this?" ”

Luo Chihong flipped through the wooden box up and down a few more times, nodded his head, stared at Lu Chengkong, and said seriously: "This...... This is a baby! ”

"Baby?" When Lu Chengkong heard these two words, his heart was still excited. As soon as he turned around, he accidentally knocked over the blue ink on the table. Ink spilled all over the table, and Lu Cheng hurriedly wiped it off.

A drop of blue water, through his clothes, splashed on the book of "Lu Sheng's Art of War" hidden in his arms.

Lu Chengkong hurriedly took out the book, only to see that the lower left corner of the cover had been dyed blue. But he didn't want to show the book in front of a few people, so he hurriedly stuffed it under his pillow.

Ning Fei didn't notice Lu Chengkong's small movements, shook his head, returned to his desk, and said, "Chengkong, why did you go crazy with Luo Chihong today?" He also said today that this teacup of mine is an antique from the Qing Dynasty. ”

Luo Chihong glanced at Ning Fei and said, "This wooden box, I'm not talking nonsense. As he spoke, he still didn't give up, and asked, "Chengkong, where did you find this wooden box?" ”

Lu Chengkong replied casually: "I picked it up from the back mountain." ”

Luo Chihong pouted, put on a look of memory, and said: "I remember that last week, I had nothing to do, so I went to the antique city to stroll around, and I wanted to see for a long time." When I walked to a shop, I saw a buyer who was bargaining with the owner. I vaguely heard the counteroffer of 100,000 or 80,000 yuan, and thought to myself, what treasure can be worth so much money, so I leaned over to take a look, and the antiquities they traded were exactly the same as your wooden box...... Something from the Tang Dynasty. At this point, he lifted the wooden box to a high place, pointed to a gap, and said, "See, there is a gap here, and there is a gold thread inlaid with gold thread......

Qi Dahu also felt bored, while playing with his mobile phone, he listened to the conversation between the two, and deliberately sarcastically mocked Luo Chihong: "One hundred thousand, eighty thousand? If you pick up a wooden box casually, it's worth so much money, and I'll go to the back mountain tomorrow to ambush me. ”

Luo Chihong obviously couldn't put down this wooden box, he didn't bother to pay attention to the big tiger, and said to Lu Chengkong: "Chengkong, I dare to swear to God, this time, I didn't brag." If you don't believe me, follow me to the Antique City early tomorrow morning. It's full of connoisseurs, let them see, and they won't suffer. ”

Lu Chengkong nodded, but his eyes could no longer leave this wooden box. According to common sense, the contents of the box must be worth more than the box. However, the box contained only a typographical copy of The Art of War, and since the book was a fake, the wooden box was no exception. Looking at Luo Chihong's appearance of pretending to be a ghost, and then connecting with today's experience, Lu Chengkong's heart was even more confused.

At this time, under the bright light of the bedroom, Lu Chengkong carefully saw the appearance of the wooden box. The texture of the box is exquisite, shining with golden light, and it is indeed as Luo Chihong said, as it seems to be inlaid with gold thread. But if the wooden box is so precious, how can it contain an inexplicable copy of the "Lu Sheng's Art of War"? And who is this Lu Sheng?

I can't explain everything.

Lu Chengkong was even more curious about this "Lu Sheng's Art of War", and thought to himself: "Why don't you follow Luo Chihong to the antique city early tomorrow morning and ask about the origin of this book." You might even be able to solve the mystery of the ancient tree. ”

It's just that Lu Chengkong would never have thought that tonight would be his last night in "this world".

At 11 o'clock in the evening, the dormitory turned off the power and lights out on time.

Lu Chengkong climbed into bed and fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Chengkong sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, and his mouth was still panting. In the darkness, his eyes were glazed, and he only slowly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He had just had a dream, a real dream. In his sleep, he wore armor and galloped on the battlefield. Thousands of troops, flesh and blood......

"Kill...... Kill! Lu Chengkong still clearly remembers that in a dream, someone raised a big knife full of blood and slashed at him. Suddenly, his adrenal hormones, a murderous aura came from his heart...... This feeling, immersive.

Whether it is the tranquility of the ancient tree or the bloodthirstiness on the battlefield, it seems to be hidden somewhere in the body. It was so deep that Lu Chengkong had such an induction for the first time in twenty years. However, when he woke up, he saw that his surroundings were dark, and his heart was empty, and the whole person seemed to have fallen into the depths of the deep sea......

Suddenly, the wind was raging, lightning and thunder, and there was a roar, like a dragon roaring. The raindrops hit the glass windows with a crisp sound, and the earth seemed to shake.

"Tempest...... The storm is coming. I Luo Chihong...... When it rains...... and floods...... Only...... You're going to get rich! Luo Chihong was awakened by the thunder, and after saying a few nonsense words, he turned around and fell asleep.

"The storm is coming......" Lu Chengkong looked at the rain and fog outside the window, listened to the sound of the "booming" rainstorm, and suddenly became shocked: "Ancient trees...... The ancient tree is going to fall! ”

Trees can't fall...... No! Tree ...... There are the most precious things for me!

A flash of red light flashed in Lu Chengkong's eyes, and he jumped out of bed suddenly, stuffed this "Lu Sheng's Art of War" into his arms, and rushed out of the bedroom.

Lightning illuminated the whole world as if it were day.

Lu Chengkong lost his soul, as if he was being dragged by something, and he didn't know where he had the courage to run all the way without fear of the storm, and rushed into the ancient tree. He followed the trail and came to the bluestone in a short time.

Here, the sound of the piano is still the same. It makes people forget the lightning and thunder of the outside world.

Lu Chengkong listened to the sound of the guqin and suddenly relaxed. He sat on the ground with his butt on his hip, and his left hand seemed to have knocked down a piece of wood.

Through the faint light reflected in the dark river, I could see this thing clearly.

It turned out to be a lonely guqin.

Lu Chengkong took out the strings in his trouser pocket and gently stroked the guqin, and there was a trace of closeness in his heart......

In the outside world, thunder and torrential rain are becoming more and more manic.

With a loud bang, a flash of blue lightning swept across the sky and smashed into the ancient tree in the wind.

Lu Chengkong raised his head, only to see a crack in the sky, reflecting a dazzling brilliance. The light pierced people's eyes, and faintly, a point of light appeared in the sky. Gradually, the point of light became larger and larger, and an irresistible suction force was born...... Everything around was suddenly shattered into powder, and with a "whoosh", all of them were sucked in by red light!

"Ah...... Yes! Lu Chengkong's pale shout was already submerged in the raging storm.

A thousand-year-old tree, broken into several pieces.

After the tree broke, the rain gradually stopped.

The wind blew away the dark clouds, leaving only a sky full of stars.