My name is Chen Siyu, and I am a genuine Chinese "mixed-race child".

My grandfather is from Henan, but my grandmother is a native of Shanghai. My father was born in Cangzhou, Hebei, and my mother is from Xiamen, Fujian. As for why they are so from all over the world, it is another long-standing story.

And I was born in Hubei, raised in Hunan, and traveled thousands of miles to Xi'an to study in college. For this, I had been fighting wits and courage with my parents for a long time.

I graduated from the History Department of Xi'an University, which is a very unpopular major. In the eyes of many people, archaeology has a narrow employment scope and is not glorious enough. I remember that those who specialize in archaeology are immersed in ancient documents, ancient books, cultural relics, and ancients all day long.

An old pedan who deals with corpses.

So much so that my friends around me said that I had a broken brain and went so far to study such a major.

In fact, they didn't know. The reason why I came to Xi'an University for archaeology was not because I was hot and had a whim, but because of an experience I had in my childhood.

More than ten years ago, I followed my parents to visit my grandfather in my hometown. At that time, the "South-to-North Water Diversion Project" was being raised across the country, and this term is now well-known.

There are three routes for the South-to-North Water Diversion. The east line starts from Jiangdu, Yangzhou, the west line starts from Yalong River and Dadu River, and the canal head of the middle line is Danjiang, Xichuan County, Henan, my grandfather's hometown.

Xichuan County is affiliated to Nanyang City, which has been outstanding since ancient times.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Zhuge Liang, the prime minister of Shu Han, was in Wolonggang near Xichuan. The ancients said: "Zhuge Lu in Nanyang, Ziyunting in Western Shu".

Since the older generation, there has always been a saying in the local area: From the east temple to the west temple, there are eighteen gold and silver cellars. Whoever gets this wealth can be found in the world?

Despite this, in the past thousands of years, no one has found where the so-called "Eighteen Cellars of Gold and Silver" is.

According to the old people, many warlords had taken a fancy to the treasures here during the war. Even the warlord Cao Kun sent professional personnel to search here repeatedly, but nothing was found.

The Japanese dig mountains and opened stones here, bombarded them with explosives for two days and two nights, but eventually returned in vain.

Gradually, people thought that it was just a fictitious legend.

Until that day, Erpang and Nizi from the neighboring village ran to the wilderness to play.

There is a mountain south of Danjiang River, located remotely, and locals call it "Sanjian Mountain".

The reason is that the three connected and protruding peaks are quite distinctive. The middle peaks are sharp and straight to the sky, while the left and right sides are slightly inclined, a bit like the legendary three-pointed two-edged sword of Yang Jian, Zhenjun of Erlang.

There is even a legend that during the Song Dynasty, Erlang Zhenjun showed his holy place to catch monsters, and his three-pointed and two-edged swords in his hand turned into mountains to suppress the demons.

Now that I think this is nonsense that goes against objective materialism, but often this kind of mythological rumors are more attractive than objective facts.

Just as the university professional tutor said: Myths and history are inseparable, and this is also the unique romance of our nation.

Although the legend of Sanjian Mountain sounds absurd and unruly, this mountain does have more or less mysterious side.

Especially the dense fruit forest growing on the south side of the mountain, the fruit forest here is different from other places. Not only does the fruit grow big and sweet, but the woods themselves are also old.

It has been there since I can remember it. Later, my great-grandfather told me that since he can remember, this forest has been there, and the Qing Emperor had not yet abdicated. Then my great-grandfather said that this forest may be a thousand or eight hundred years old.

It's right.

I like adventure very much, so I often drag Erpang and Nizi to Sanjian Mountain to explore. In name, it is an adventure, but in fact we are coveting the fruits on the trees.

The three of us have a clear division of labor. Erpang and I are responsible for climbing trees and stealing fruits. Nizi picked up the picked fruits into the cloth bag.

Erpang and I climbed up the tallest plum tree. The plums on this tree are all big, just like apples. I picked a ripe one and threw them down.

Suddenly I heard a scream from under the tree. No need to ask, the voice must be Nizi. I thought I didn't look for the head just now and accidentally hit her, so I looked down.

Erpang moved his body and hurriedly observed. He has liked Nizi since he was a child. If you have any delicious food and drinks, you always keep Nizi tight and then me.

When our eyes were on Nizi, we found that her whole body was nothing different. The plum fell into the basket next to her, while Nizi faced the weed hill not far away, trembling all over her body

.

"Hey! Nizi, what's wrong with you?" The one who asked Erpang first was that he was wide-body and fat, and his voice was also loud. When he shouted, his solid tone echoed throughout the valley.

Nizi was like a frightened rabbit, and she shook her whole body twice. She raised her head dullly, her eyes full of fear. Nizi opened her mouth and couldn't make a sound for a long time, but she just pressed her index finger against her lips and sang her.

Qi means to silence us.

Erpang didn't react and shouted at the top of his throat: "What? I can't hear clearly!"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a strong wind blowing in from the hills, and even the trunks shaking. I hurriedly hugged the trunk tightly, for fear of being shaken down and falling to death.

At this moment, I saw Nizi's face change, turning white and blue. She seemed to have no choice but to shout out loud: "There is a tiger!" Then her legs became weak and she collapsed on the ground.

I once couldn't understand why in TV and books, people always subconsciously sit down instead of running away when they encounter danger.

It wasn't until then that I understood.

When the word "tiger" fell into my ears, a chill, blood and fear, rushed into my brain, my thinking suddenly fell into a blank space, and only the instinct of the body kept me hugging me tightly

trunk.

At the same time, I heard a series of low growls coming from the dense grass on the hills.

Before I could react, a black shadow had already hit me with a bang, hitting me in my arms.

I fell from the tree with the black shadow and fell heavily to the ground.

We climbed 3 meters high, and I felt very painful when I fell down at such a height, and I also made a meat pad for the black shadow.

A guy with dozens of pounds hit me and almost sat out my overnight meal. It was a pity that I had practiced martial arts with my grandfather for a few days at that time to strengthen my body, and I could barely withstand this.

I rolled on the ground for a long time, covering my stomach and rolling on the ground before I recovered from the severe pain.

When I saw it, it turned out that Erpang didn't catch the branch in fear and fell down.

At this time, the girl beside her couldn't help crying.

I was half lying on the ground and couldn't get up. Looking at the hill, I saw the grass covering the hill suddenly rushing!

A snow-white paw poked out!

At that moment, every pore in my body was opened. My head buzzed and my strength was instantly drained.

I could only slap Erpang's round butt with my hands, and then shouted: "Fatty! Run! Run quickly!"

Erpang kept saying "Oh" and rolled and crawled up. It was great to say Erpang. Instead of running away by himself, he picked up the fruit basket on the ground and threw it to the hills.

The white claw that had just poked out was obviously startled and he paused slightly.

Taking advantage of this, Erpang grabbed my feet with one hand and Nizi's wrist with the other, supported us and ran down the mountain.

But at that time, we were just seven or eight years old children. Erpang himself neglected to exercise and would never sit down if he could lie down. At this time, he was burdened with us. Before he could run a few meters away, he whispered.

Gasping heavily.

The tiger hiding on the hills had already reacted, and the rustling sound of the grass had just come.

A white shadow rushed out! It was as fast as a white lightning.

My visual nerves didn't even have time to react, and the grass had calmed down.

Almost in a moment, a huge shadow passed over our heads, and then I heard two "pop".

The first sound is very light, what is the sound of landing?

The second sound was very heavy, and my ankle was lighter, and the feeling of being dragged stopped.

I sat up and looked aside. Erpang sat on the ground with a pale face, and his eyes and Nizi looked forward.

I followed their eyes and stood a snow-white tiger more than one meter away from us!

I was completely stunned. I felt my bladder heat and subconsciously clamped my legs.

What we are in front of us is not an ordinary tiger, but a white tiger with a foot size as big as an adult Asian elephant!

What I know so far is the only albino Bengal tiger remaining in the world, and the number is rare.

Generally, adult Bengal tigers have shoulder heights of only 90-110 cm and their weight reaches up to 270 kg.

However, the one in front of us is undoubtedly a giant beast! The size alone is several times larger than that of an ordinary tiger. What is even more amazing is that the white tiger has a few black patterns on its forehead, and its whole body is white and transparent.

There are no miscellaneous hairs.

It bent down and looked at us majestic, but it was slow to move.

At this time, most of the pain in my body had disappeared, and I had the strength to stand up. I grabbed Nizi with my left hand and shook Erpang with my right hand.

But after shaking it for a few times, he didn't react. Looking back, Erpang sat on the ground and stared at the white tiger tightly, muttering: "From the East Temple to the West Temple, there are ten gold and silver

Eight Cellar. If you want to find this wealth, you will roar in the white tiger forest.”

I realized that this sentence seemed to be different from what I had heard before. But now my life is important and I don’t care much about it.

I raised my hand and slapped Erpang twice with my breastfeeding strength. Yongpang's face, which was already Yongpang's face, suddenly became red and swollen. Erpang seemed to have woken up, and looked back at me with tears in his eyes.

"Fatty! Let's go!" I cursed, then pulled his collar and ran towards the hill.

There are weeds everywhere, and we are prone to concealment. At that time, as long as the white tiger cannot find us, we will have a chance to escape and ascend to heaven.

That's what I thought.

But who knew that I had just taken Erpang and Nizi to climb the hill, and the white tiger rushed over behind me.

Then I felt someone bumping behind me, and I fell down and rolled in a certain direction.

At that time, all I thought was: It's over! If there is a cliff below at night, I'll be dead.

The continuous rolling brought a strong sense of dizziness, which made me unable to think about anything. At that moment, I just wanted to close my eyes and sleep.

As I rolled, I felt like I was suddenly falling down.

This should be the feeling of falling off a cliff, I think.

Then I fell heavily and my head turned black.

I don’t know how long it has been, but I feel like I have had a very long dream.
Chapter completed!