After breakfast the next morning, I was worried about King Kong Pao, so I called his team, but I was told that the guy had taken leave early in the morning to go out. I was relieved that this guy was in the mood to take leave and go out for fun.

Since it was a weekend and there were not a few people left in the entire team, I suddenly remembered the ancient book that stuffed it into my shoulder bag yesterday, so I took it out of the shoulder bag.

As expected, it was indeed a book. I carefully blew off the dust on it and found that although the paper was aging, the handwriting was still clearly visible, and the three dark red binding lines as thick as chopsticks did not decay. The book cover has four large ancient seal characters from top to bottom: "The Strange Game of Yi Jing"!

The chess scripture? What is this? I know the chess scripture, but it is not this chess. I flipped through a few pages and it was all messy. It turned out that this was the chess scripture that I taught people to play Go. Although I didn’t expect to encounter martial arts secrets such as the "Nine Yin Jing", I was still a little disappointed. The key is that I have no interest in playing chess.

"Waste." I threw the broken book in my hand on the table, lay on the bed, and lit a cigarette.

I don’t know if it’s because of the blessings or the fact that I have watched too many spy movies, but I suddenly thought about whether there is a secret hidden in this book that can only be seen by special methods. I thought of turning over here and sitting up, taking the chess record carefully, and looking at it carefully, there is no special thing no matter how you look at it. If you want to say it’s special, I don’t know how many years have been spent on this book, but the handwriting is still very clear, and there is no phenomenon of rat biting and insect worm damaging.

Anyway, I was not interested in playing chess, so I simply gave it a destructive decomposition. I thought of taking out a knife from the drawer and cutting off the pages one by one. At that time, I was still young and didn't know the importance and research value of cultural heritage. I didn't know which dynasty or which dynasty I divided the corpse into pieces.

After the cutting, I went to the washing room to bring clean water, grabbed a few pieces and soaked them in the water, held my breath and stared at me carefully, but I didn't react at all, and I didn't react at all.

The water didn't work, so I changed the vinegar. I rushed to the kitchen team and grabbed half a bottle of white vinegar and ran back upstairs. No.

The vinegar is not good, so I changed the oil, so I ran back to the kitchen team with the oil barrel, but it was not good.

There were only a few chess scores, but I had to make a lot of trouble and ruin, with only a few pages left. I was a little furious. I couldn't do it and burned it with fire. I took out the lighter without thinking too much, and lit the remaining few pictures directly, praying silently in my heart...

As a result, my prayers were useless at all. The remaining pages were burned to ashes very quickly, burning so simply and so casually, and the final hope was shattered.

I listlessly sent the empty oil barrel and vinegar bottle back to the cooking class, and then secretly ran to the toilet with a washbasin and poured the oil from the basin into the toilet and flushed it away.

I threw down the basin and went back to the dormitory listlessly. Looking at the beautiful book, there is only one left in the book. I regret it a little. If I took it out and sold it to someone who likes to play chess, I would probably be able to sell it for a lot of money and buy a lot of cigarettes.

Just as I was stunned by the side of the book with no pages, I suddenly discovered a strange phenomenon. The binding line of this ancient book seemed to be too thick.

I have seen ancient paper books in museums. They are slightly smaller than today's 32-open paper, and are bound with thin linen on the right. The chess book I got is not thick, so there seems to be no need to use such a thick gutter to bind. Moreover, the hemp rope is generally white or gray, so how do I use red in this book?

Thinking of this, I opened the drawer and took out the sewing bag, took out the thick needles we used to sew quilts, and carefully picked out the binding thread as thick as a chopstick from the edge of the book.

Due to the long-term fixation, the binding wire was curved like an earthworm when I took it out. I picked up one of the ends and looked closer and found that the dark red binding wire had spiral patterns like the annual rings of the tree. Could it be the rattan of some plant?

If you look closely, it is not a rattan. Because there are subtle fluff on it, it should be the product of the skin of some kind of animal.

I closed my eyes and slowly touched it with the most sensitive ring finger of my left hand. Finally, I found the subtle layered dividing line. I widened my eyes, changed into a small needle, and opened it bit by bit along the line.

Finally, I saw dense black fly-headed small characters appearing on the dark red skin. I suppressed my inner excitement, tried to breathe as smoothly as possible, and used the tip of the needle to lift it bit by bit. It took two hours to finally lift it all, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

A piece of leather as thick as a chopstick was rolled up for more than a dozen rolls, and it was completely spread out, as the size of a newspaper. I picked it up excitedly and nervously, and two small seal scripts on the right side came into my eyes: Add to restoration!

What kind of ruins should I make up for? I was a little confused when I saw it. It is logical that such a secret thing hidden is more important to the people who store it, otherwise there would be no need to be so troublesome.

After reading a few more sentences patiently, I finally found out that the things recorded here are supplements and corrections to another Feng Shui book. Unlike the books such as gossip and palmism sold on the market now, the things recorded on this page (I later learned that this one was a cold mouse skin, and now we will call it paper for the time being) are not so profound or so mysterious. They are as if they are starting out as the topic, without an outline or chapter, and they are very casual.

The first few sentences are as follows: "The master secretly teaches: When the five elements are used to observe Qi, it is advisable to choose Mao, You, and the three days are used to look at the fingers to see Qi. I am confused, choose Wu, and the sun is used to face the sun, close your eyes and observe your fingers, and see Qi immediately. Why give up close relatives and seek far-reaching relatives?"

I studied liberal arts in high school, and I have been exposed to ancient Chinese, but these words made me feel foggy. According to the original text, it should be translated as: "My master once told me that when I first started learning to observe Qi in the Five Elements, it is best to choose to face the sun at sunrise in the morning and sunset in the afternoon, and then look at the tip of my fingers three days later to see Qi. I felt strange. At noon, close my eyes and look at my fingers and you will see Qi immediately. Why bother to look far away?"

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

No matter how much I scold you, no matter how much I don’t believe it, I can’t help curiosity. It’s past 11 o’clock now, it should be noon. I looked at the sun and my hands again, but I didn’t see the so-called anger. I turned my hands to the sun again, closed my eyes, but still didn’t see anything.

I suddenly had a whim, is it that if I close my eyes, I can’t get out, but if I open my eyes, I can’t get out? So, I turned my hand to the sun, closed my eyes, and secretly opened a small gap...

I saw it, I really saw it. There were five flesh-colored breaths on the tips of the five fingers, about five or six centimeters long. They were slightly thicker than the fingers. I tried to move my fingers, and the five flesh-colored breaths also moved... The reason why I leaked this passage to everyone is two-purpose, one is to express my excitement at that time, and the other is to hope that everyone can experience it personally. Practice is the only criterion for testing the truth. In fact, the reason why I dared to tell everyone the above method is because it was just a trick, and it was not really useful except fun. Just when I was surprised to see the so-called "qi", an old squad leader downstairs shouted "Xiao Yu, it's time to eat" at the top of his voice.

"My stomach is uncomfortable, I won't eat it anymore, you guys eat it." The oil was ruined by me. I thought about it and knew that the Sichuan chef could not make anything delicious.
Chapter completed!