The next morning, after breakfast, I didn't worry about the King Kong Cannon, so I called his detachment, only to be told that the guy had taken leave early in the morning and went out. I'm relieved, this guy is still in the mood to take leave to go out to play, and it's probably not a big problem.

Since it was the weekend, there were not a few people left in the whole detachment, and I suddenly remembered the ancient book that I had stuffed into my satchel yesterday, so I took it out of my satchel.

As expected, it was indeed a book, and I carefully blew off the dust on it, and found that although the paper was aged, the handwriting was still legible, and the dark red gutter of the thickness of the three chopsticks was not rotten. The book cover has four ancient seal characters from top to bottom: "Yijing Strange Game"!

I know the Book of Changes, but it's not this game, I flipped a few pages, and the mess was full of chess games, which turned out to be a chess game that taught people to play Go. Although he didn't expect to encounter martial arts cheats such as "Nine Yin True Scripture", he was still a little disappointed, and the key was that he was not interested in playing chess at all.

"Waste. I threw the slag-free book on the table, lay down on the bed, and lit a cigarette.

I don't know if it's because I've been blessed with the soul or if I've watched too many spy movies, but I suddenly wondered if there was some secret hidden in this book that had to be seen in a special way. Thinking of this, I turned over and sat up, took the chess game and looked at it carefully, no matter how I looked at it, there was nothing special about it, that is, I don't know how many years this book has been placed, but the handwriting is still very clear, and there is no rat bite and insect moth.

Anyway, I'm not interested in playing chess, so I'm just going to give it a destructive breakdown. Thinking of this, he took out a knife from the drawer and cut off the pages one by one. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't know about cultural relics, let alone the importance and research value of cultural heritage.

After cutting, I went to the scrubbing room and brought clean water, grabbed a few and soaked them in the water, holding my breath and staring at them carefully, but there was no response, no reaction at all.

The water doesn't work, change the vinegar, I hurriedly ran to the cooking class to grab half a bottle of white vinegar and ran back upstairs, no.

The vinegar didn't work, I changed the oil, and I ran back to the cooking class with the oil drum and ran back, but it didn't work.

Originally, there were only a few chess games, so I tossed and wasted, there were only a few pages left, I was a little angry, the water was not good, it was burned with fire, I took out the lighter and didn't think much about it, I directly lit the remaining ones, and prayed silently in my heart

As a result, my prayers were useless, and the remaining pages were neatly burned to ashes, so crisp and so dashing, that the last hope was dashed.

I listlessly sent the empty oil drum and vinegar bottle back to the cooking class, and then sneaked to the toilet with the basin and poured the oil into the toilet and flushed it away.

Throwing down the basin and listlessly returning to the dormitory, looking at a good book now only has one book left, I regret it a little, if I take it out and sell it to people who like to play chess, it is estimated that it can be sold for a lot of money, and I can buy a lot of cigarettes.

Just as I was holding the book with no pages in my hand, I suddenly noticed a strange phenomenon, the binding line of this ancient book seemed to be too thick.

I have seen ancient paper books in museums, the size is slightly smaller than today's 32-carat paper, and the right side is bound with fine hemp rope. The book I got was not thick in the first place, and it didn't seem necessary to bind it with such a coarse gutter. And the hemp rope is generally white or gray, why is this book red?

Thinking of this, I opened the drawer and took out the sewing kit, took out the thick needle we used to sew the quilt, and carefully picked out the binding thread the thickness of chopsticks from the edge of the book.

Due to the long time of fixation, the gutter was bent like an earthworm when it was first taken out, I picked up one of the ends, looked closely, and found that this dark red gutter had a spiral pattern like the rings of trees.

If you look closely, no, it's not rattan. Because there are fine hairs on it, it is supposed to be the product of some kind of animal's skin being rolled up.

I closed my eyes and made a slow touch with the most sensitive left ring finger until I finally found the subtle demarcation of the stacks, my eyes widened, I replaced it with a small needle, and little by little I opened it along the line.

Finally, I saw a dense black fly-headed print appear on the dark red skin. I suppressed the excitement in my heart, tried to breathe as smoothly as possible, and uncovered it little by little with the tip of a needle, and it took two hours to finally uncover it all, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

A piece of chopstick-thick skin rolled up more than a dozen rolls, completely spread out and the size of half a newspaper, I picked it up excitedly and nervously, and two small seals from top to bottom on the right side came into view: Addendum!

What do you want to make up? When I first looked at it, I was really a little confused by the second monk. It stands to reason that hiding such a secret thing is more important to the person who stores it, otherwise there is no need to make such a trouble.

After reading a few more sentences patiently, I finally saw the doorway, and it turned out that the things recorded in it were a supplement and correction to another book on Feng Shui. Unlike the gossip palmistry books on the market today, the things recorded on this page (I later learned that this one was a cold rat skin, and now we call it paper for the time being) are not so profound or not so pretentious, and they are to the point at the beginning, without an outline or chapters, and they are very arbitrary.

The first few sentences are like this: "The secret teaching of the first teacher: At the beginning of the five elements of qi contemplation, it is advisable to choose the time of the unitary time to face the sun, and the three days of double vision of the fingers, so that the qi can be seen." I am confused, choose the noon time to face the sun, close your eyes and look at the fingers, and immediately see the anger, why give up close relatives and seek distant relatives?"

I studied liberal arts in high school, and I was exposed to ancient Chinese, but I was really foggy when I read these few sentences. According to the original text, the translation should be: "My master once told me that when I first started to learn the Five Elements of Qi Meditation, it was best to choose to face the sun at sunrise in the morning and sunset in the afternoon, and then look at the tips of my fingers three days later, and I could see the qi." I wondered why I should go far away at noon when I close my eyes and look at my fingers, and I can see qi immediately?"

Damn, close your eyes and look at your fingers, you can see a fart. I couldn't help but curse in my heart.

Scolding and scolding, not believing or not believing, curiosity is always uncontrollable, it is more than 11 o'clock now, it should be noon, I looked at the sun, and then looked at my hands, I didn't see the so-called gas, I put my hands to the sun again, closed my eyes, and still didn't see anything.

I suddenly thought, is it possible that when I close my eyes, the qi can come out, but when I open my eyes, the qi can't come out? So, I put my hand to the sun, closed my eyes, and secretly opened a small slit

I saw it, I really saw it, and there were five flesh-colored breaths on the tips of the five fingers, about five or six centimeters long. Slightly thicker than a finger. I tried to move my fingers, and the five flesh-colored breaths also moved, and the reason why I leaked this paragraph to everyone is for two purposes, one is to express my excitement at that time, and the other is to hope that everyone can experience it for themselves, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. In fact, the reason why I dare to tell you the above methods is also because it is just a small trick at the end of the day, except for fun, there is no real use. Just when I was surprised to see the so-called "qi", the old squad leader downstairs shouted at the top of his throat, "Small, it's time to eat"

"My stomach is uncomfortable, I don't eat it, you can eat it" The oil made me spoiled, and I knew that the Sichuan chef couldn't make anything delicious with my ass.