One afternoon, Ling Dashao, who was in the second year of junior high school, was still living a life like a pig with clothes and food. On this day, my father went out to pan for gold again, my mother also went to the field, and my sister was busy taking care of her younger siblings, and she had to cook and wait for her mother to come back. But he was able to hold a love novel called "Dream Love" that he picked up from his aunt, holding the book in one hand and playing with a non-gold and non-jade thing in the other.

Maybe it's because the adult world in the book is too desirable, and it's also a summer weekend afternoon, the yang energy is too much, and he was looking down at it, Ling Lang suddenly had a sour nose, and the nosebleed that hadn't come out for a while spurted out again. Ling Lang was shocked and hurriedly covered his nose with his hand. But he forgot that he still had the piece of gold and jade in his hand, this time, he couldn't avoid it, and the blood was also stained with the surrounding objects.

Ling Lang didn't care so much, tilted his head, threw the things in his hand, and ran out to find his sister to help find something to stop the bleeding. It is said that most people bleed from the left (right) nostril, and the bleeding can be stopped after a few minutes by raising the right (left) arm. But he usually came with both nostrils together, and his hands were raised, except for the fact that it was like surrender, it was useless at all.

And just as Ling Lang turned around and left the room, the flaky object that was casually thrown in the corner, like an illusion, glowed with a blood-colored halo without warning, not dazzling, but diffuse, obviously it looked like such a small group, if you were in it, it would make people feel that the entire room was, and even the entire thought space was occupied.

The blood-colored halo lasted only a few seconds, and it returned to its original humble appearance. The room was like nothing had happened except for the simple furnishings and scattered books.

After dealing with his "accident", Ling Lang returned to the room, cleaned up the scattered books, and then remembered his own hanging ornament, hurriedly picked it up, saw the colorful blood stains on it, hurriedly took the faucet outside the house, and gently brushed it with a brush, after all, it was a gift from his father.

The autumn afternoon sun is not too hot, and the water flows on the flakes and the sunlight pours over it. Ling Lang had an illusion, this thing that was not gold or jade, it seemed to be transparent, and he could see something special in it, or he could see it in pairs, but when he blinked, or wanted to look carefully, he didn't know what it was.

This brand was obtained by Ling Lang's father when he was in the third grade, when he went to one of the local "treasure lands" - Stone Mountain Grottoes to pan for gold. At that time, Father Ling had been tinkering for more than half a month, and he didn't find anything for gold and silver, but he had harvested such a piece of non-gold and non-jade. I used all kinds of means to take it home, but I didn't find out what kind of substance the gold and jade plate was made of - I couldn't draw a color line on the touchstone, so I wanted to use broken gold tongs, cut off a small piece and take it to smelt, and then test it. The two parents tried their best, and the pliers jumped out, and the two coins were stacked with thick gold and jade plates, and there was no trace of them.

Father Ling has been doing gold and silver business for so many years, and his mental vision is naturally not bad, he subconsciously feels that this must be a great good thing, originally he went to the stone cave "Taobao" this time, but also happened to encounter no work at hand, on a whim. In other places around the town, the people of the town who have been digging for gold for generations have already dug three feet into the ground and ploughed back and forth many times. The remaining two "treasure lands", Yinyan, are strictly forbidden by the government to enter the mountains for mining, and there are people patrolling and stationing them, and the punishment regulations are also very heavy, so they can't get into trouble.

At that time, he was really idle, so Ling's father went to the stone cave. As one of the treasures, the stone caves are not only because there are many caves in this stone mountain, which are blurry and unfathomable, but more importantly, there are many allusions and legends in this stone cave.

One of the most famous allusions is that the Stone Mountain Cave turned out to be the headquarters of the rebel army of Ling Eighteen, the first anti-king in the southeast region of the former dynasty, although this anti-king was later defeated and died, but according to legend, he left a valuable treasure in the Stone Mountain Cave, which is also one of the sources of the Stone Mountain Cave as a "treasure land". Another source is that some people say that the stone mountain cave is the residence of the former immortals

In the past hundred years, the people of the town have come to play, come to explore treasures, and come to meet opportunities, countless, but no one has really found anything valuable in this treasure cave, fairy cave, plus there are many natural caves in the stone caves, and it is easy to get lost in it and not get out. There are also many underground rivers in it, unknown holes or something. In particular, someone threw a sack of rice valley at an underground river mouth, and then let people chase the various rivers in the town, and finally suddenly appeared on the surface of the Huangliu River more than 20 miles away, the experimental results sounded terrifying, if people accidentally fell into such a trap, the consequences were unpredictable, but certainly unimaginable. Slowly, not many people came to such a dangerous place.

Father Ling didn't go to the Stone Mountain Cave once or twice, that time was purely for fun, when he was young, he followed his grandfather to cut off the mountains and judge the water. When he is middle-aged, he is already a well-known alchemy master in several nearby towns.

He went to the stone cave to "hunt for treasure" and others are different, others like to wander in the dark cave, in the grotto, looking for the so-called treasure, he is blindly "digging the ground", specifically looking for places with soil to dig and dig. Especially those more tamped purple and yellow mud, it is even more careful. After a few times, the big ones were not found, and some strange little bits of metal were a lot of tinkering. It can't be sold for any money, and Ling's father doesn't care, he scoops away the sediment, melts off the impurities, and puts it in a small cloth bag, enjoying himself.

That time he looked for a faint vein and found this thing in Ling Lang's hand, in fact, specifically this gold and jade plate, the shape is a bit like a sitting Buddha statue, just because the head is a little small compared to the main body of the sitting body, the proportions are not coordinated, which makes people feel a little awkward, and no one says that it is a "jade Buddha".

Father Ling was very fond of this golden jade plaque, and heard him say that when he found this golden jade plaque in the mountain, in addition to the mineral vein he had found, at that time, the surrounding area of the golden jade plaque seemed to be full of tentacles, full of countless mineral veins like jumping roots, extending to the surrounding places either farther or closer.

He spent a great deal of energy to take out all the goods in the house, and worked with great work, mixing some other metals with gold and silver, and made a small piece of mixed gold, which was not easy to break, not to mention the moderate hardness and softness. Finally, the old craftsmen in the town were invited to make a "lotus" shape with the gold weaving method, and the gold and silver heads were mixed on the gold and jade plaques. The mixed gold and silver crown wrapped the head part of the original gold and jade plate, at first glance, it really looked like a "jade Buddha", and more importantly, in this way, the red tether had a place to tie it, and then it was made into a hanging ornament and hung on the neck of Young Master Ling.

On weekdays, Ling Dashao felt that the golden jade card was a bit heavy, and when he was in elementary school, he didn't like to hang it around his neck very much, and he took it off and played with it in his hand more often. But Father Ling told him countless times that if he wanted Ling Dashao, he must hang the gold and jade plaque on his body, and he was not allowed to take it off even if he was sleeping. However, the binding force on Ling Dashao, who was accustomed to being a pet, was not very strong, but Ling Dashao only hung up for less time, and did not dare to really throw it aside.

When he was a child, Ling Lang may have been congenitally deficient, not to mention being thin and weak, he seemed to be a little duller than his peers. It wasn't until later, maybe it was the "nosebleed", that it was finally relieved, and then slowly enlightened.

When I was in the fourth or fifth grade, when my friends were still writing an essay, how to express all the three elements of time, place and people, and how to avoid writing a diary with a sentence like "I went shopping with my parents today, I was very happy". Ling Lang has begun to search for all the books he can touch—teaching books, comic books, story clubs, famous books, novels, linear, binding, horizontal, vertical, and he has forgotten to sleep and eat. Naturally, the writing is also a good thing.

In the second half of the fifth grade, Ling Lang was already a top student in the grade, and even in many single and double subject competitions in the county, he was also the leader. Although Ling Dashao was still unimpressed.

But there is one point, Ling Dashao didn't mention it to anyone, I don't know when it started, he found that he actually had the ability to "never forget", ordinary Tang poems and Song lyrics, such a length, you can remember it over and over again, a slightly longer article, at most, is to browse once, read it carefully, correct it again, and you can write it down word for word. Ling Dashao may be stupid, so he feels that other children of the same age have already had this phenomenon, plus he has never had the habit of talking to others.

Although the people of the small mountain town have never been wealthy, it has always been a tradition to respect teachers and abide by etiquette. Therefore, most of the children's reading results were not bad at that age, and Ling Dashao didn't feel how great he was, he was just an ignorant teenager after all.

And in such an atmosphere, in the blink of an eye, he came to the second year of junior high school, and Ling Dashao continued to chop the waves, and in the eyes of the teachers and students of the two middle schools in the town, he was already well known. However, because he is buried in the sea of books all day long, he always speaks a little old-fashioned, and his "condescending" posture of looking down does not make Ling Dacai have many true friends. There is only one peer, from the next village, also surnamed Ling, who is at the same table in the first year of junior high school, but he walks back and forth every once in a while.