The days of being a writer in a different world

Clouds were rolling in and the wind was blowing. King An stood like a pine among the demons and ghosts, reciting "Liaozhai".

Although the fox girls and ghosts do not like each other, they squat on their own land in peace, stretching their heads and looking at the scholar Pu Songling in the middle, who is writing hard. pen and paper.As Cheng Chen recited, strange and interesting stories came to life on the paper.

As soon as Liaozhai came out, ghosts and foxes were all startled.

A Chinese Ghost Story, accompanied by the faint sound of silk and bamboo, resounded in the stadium at some point. The singing sound seemed to be far away in the sky, and it seemed to be sung in the ears.The ghost girl steals, the fox Yoyo, occasionally a few long laughs of grandma's innocence, smelling like being in a fox's lair in a ghost cave.

"The sound of the illusion, it should be handed down to the world." Zhe Chong opened his tongue before him, and was completely dumbfounded in the background. He looked at Master An among the goblins, and murmured with his arms around his son, "Silly son, this golden thigh, no, the golden body of the God of Wealth, You have to hold on tightly for the rest of your life."

Zhe Xiaopang has been stunned by the unbelievable news that "my classmates will be handed down", so he can only nod.

Cheng Lang stood there with his chest folded, looking at Cheng Chen who was "brilliantly shining" on the stage, he pursed his lips, his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

While shaking his head, Lao Jiang looked at the cold-faced man from top to bottom, and sighed secretly, the old cow gnawed tender grass, and even gnawed on a fairy grass, so there will be troubles in the future!

Professor Liang Da looked ashamed, and never called a foul again. How come a series of spiritual texts that supplemented Pu Songling's suicide note were put together to produce a masterpiece "Liao Zhai", what kind of rule?This is completely insane cheating!What about the "Dandong Suicide Note" that was just discovered, maybe how long Lao Zhe's family hid it secretly, and how much manpower and material resources they used to push this kid to the top.

How much money do you have to spend to create a legacy? !

Liang Deheng calculated his team's expenses and income, feeling as if a knife was piercing his heart, and finally admitted that even if he hit astronomical figures, he might not be able to hit the "state", let alone "handed down" is like a comet hitting the earth , the probability is too small.

The director on the scene was already so happy that he was silly, he didn't care about whether Lao Liang was still making trouble, and took out his phone to announce the good news one after another... Presumably tonight's "News Aspect" will also leave a place for "Wen Huiji" In just a few minutes, report this once-in-a-century good news to the people of the whole country.

After Cheng Chen finished reading "Nie Xiaoqian", he immediately followed up with "Lu Juan".

[Lingyang Zhu Erdan, courtesy name Xiaoming.He is bold and unrestrained in nature, but he is blunt in nature, and although he is diligent in learning, he is not yet well-known...]

He felt that he had entered a state of excitement and mystery, his mind was in the sky, he was staring at the physical body in this world indifferently, a huge star was shining brightly in the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly rising in the golden light.His mind is clear, it is "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio".

As a child of a flower grower, how many ghost stories about dandelions I have heard since I was a child, and countless remakes of TV and movies have made the story of "Liao Zhai" deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. With the light of that Wen Xing shining like a golden sun, you can know how many people's thoughts on the earth are wrapped around it.

It may have been a frightening and curious dream of a teenager, or it may have been a childhood nonsense that children feared, and it is also a memory fragment that countless people will never forget and cannot give up.

It has been handed down for hundreds of years among flower growers on earth, and it will also be handed down for a long time in Water Blue Star China.

Dandelion you may rest in peace.

Cheng Chen's voice was already a little hoarse, and smoke seemed to be coming out of his throat.

A big hand brought warm water to his lips.

Cheng Chen was stunned, then raised his head, Cheng Lang was standing beside him at some point.

Cheng Chen smiled lightly, the long drought meets the nectar!He raised his glass and drank it down, and he continued to chant, but the corner of his mouth couldn't help slipping a gentle arc.

Standing behind Cheng Chen with his hands behind his back, Cheng Lang stared coldly at the monsters and ghosts around him. Even if those were all spiritual illusions, he was unwilling to be careless in the slightest.

Behind him, the shadow of a gigantic wolf appeared vaguely. In the dark clouds and ghost fog, it roared silently and proudly, its fangs terrified, deterring the crowd of demons and ghosts.

The sound of quiet songs, ghosts and spirits.

The bold and bold Zhu Xiaoming, the selfish Lu Pan, the head-changing Jiao Niang, one after another lifelike characters emerge from the thin pages of the manuscript.

"Painted Skin", "Promoting Weaving", "Xi Fangping", "Xiao Xie"...

After reading hoarsely and sweating profusely, Cheng Chen finally finished reading the twelve best of his selections, which he couldn't bear to part with.He raised his head, his eyes turned black for a while, and his eyes were covered with sweat, stinging.

A Lang carefully picked up the towel and wiped away his sweat and tears. His hand could tear a tiger apart, like holding an embroidery needle, gently and meticulously, lest it hurt him at all.

Without the center of spiritual bondage, the gloomy spiritual cloud suddenly rose up, turning into a demon cloud with teeth and claws sweeping across the sky for a long time!

Occupying the venue was not enough. Amidst the ghostly laughter and fox giggles, the demon spirits gushed out from their armpits, stepped on the dark clouds, and rushed out to the periphery of the venue.Wherever he went, babies cried out, adults wept with joy, and howled loudly.

This aura is too frightening for ordinary people. If they didn't know that this was at the Spiritual Enlightenment Conference, Yao Yaoling would have answered the phone a long time ago.This is simply the door of hell is wide open, all ghosts and demons cooperate to wipe out the world!

Wang Chenwu saw the black-gray spirit cloud coming out, so excited that he immediately opened the lids of the children's tubes, thinking to himself, it would be good to have half a Wenling, even a "ghost" would not dislike it!The smart adults around him hurriedly imitated this alert veteran, and exposed their children to Wen Ling to the greatest extent to see if they had a chance to "win the lottery".

——The hard-working parents who just huddled in the corner outside the venue watched the live broadcast on the big screen on the high wall. I have to say that this young Master An is really very stylish and very unconventional .Ordinary literary masters write about people enlightening spirits, but he writes about ghosts, who are also called "ghosts". These ghosts, foxes, and literary spirits are not produced in one or two, and once they are created, it is a big deal. The writing can be handed down, and the spirit can be wholesaled. .

The spirits in Master An's works are not about individuality, but about beating!

A red plum blossom floated leisurely, wandering leisurely in front of the two children.

Wang Chenwu clenched his teeth, not daring to make a sound, for fear of disturbing the Wenling.The aunt-in-law's legs were so weak that she lay on the man's body, biting her lip tightly, except for her eyes staring at the plum blossom slowly turning, she didn't even dare to move her little finger.

The red plum stopped, and Wang Chenwu tried to identify it with his eagle eyes that had achieved second-class sniping, and concluded that it was the red plum held by the heroine Ying Ning in the "Ying Ning" read by Master An just now!

He widened his eyes, wishing he could take a breath and blow the Wenling flower into the child's body.

The red plums flashed slightly, and between the electric light and the flint, it turned into a rose-red aura, flying into the forehead of the girl, and the next moment, the thin child cried out, "Wow!"She moved her hands and feet slowly, and kept wowing with a bitter face, as if she wanted to weep all the suffering she had encountered in the short few years in this world, and cry all this soulless fear and loneliness.

"Ni!" Auntie couldn't hold back her tears any longer, gushing out. She rushed forward and hugged her crying daughter tightly.

"Congratulations! Hey, really, really, God bless, bless Master An to live a long life!" The man next door had already burst into tears, clenched his fists in joy, and circled his son's bucket.The child in his family was over five years old and was too thin. Although he was fortunately awakened by a dark cloud, he did not dare to hug him for fear of spoiling the child.

"Same joy, same joy, huh? Ah!" Wang Chenwu was excited and sad at the same time, feeling sad that his eldest son had failed to enlighten his spirit, but unexpectedly, a rough-headed scholar suddenly fell down in mid-air, and was throwing himself into his son's arms inside.

That's Zhu, Zhu...Xiao Ming!The protagonist scholar in that Lu Juan.

Wang Chenwu laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth, he put his arms around the eldest son who opened his eyes blankly, and decided to give his son a domineering and commemorative name, called Wang Xiaoming!

The surroundings cheered and cried with joy, the "Gate of Ghosts" was opened that night, and the handed down spiritual text was born. All the children inside and outside the stadium were all activated. Bestow spiritual endowment.

According to subsequent statistics, a total of 1262 people were enlightened and stroked.

For those who were not enlightened on the first day, more than 300 children were secretly brought in by unwilling parents and waited outside the museum, finally waiting for a miracle.The remaining 160 or so people were all extremely lucky onlookers who watched a literary meeting at the scene, and were actually blessed by spirits, which greatly increased the rate of spiritual integration, and even obtained spiritual endowments.

So, stupid people have stupid blessings!

What audience votes, enlightenment data, in front of this terrifying number, Master An Ran can look down on Wenhui and say: I am not targeting any of you, but that you are all scum!

Of course, it’s okay to secretly have fun with this kind of words, but it’s uninteresting and overconfident to say it.

After all, that is the brilliance and glory of the dandelion.

As a visitor from Earth, Cheng Chen is so honored!

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In a remote observation room of the gymnasium, Zhu Chaofeng looked at Cheng Chen in the middle of the stage, who was as handsome as a god, and murmured frantically in his eyes: "The golden soul light can smell the deliciousness from so far away; the starlight coming out of the body, the starlight The picture is on him."

Li Qiuzhi stared deeply at Cheng Chen, he didn't see any difference between this child and others.Perhaps, this is the unique ability of demigods who shed the blood of gods?He has always remained calm, but at this time he was also a little excited. The star map that the gods want has already been traced, as long as...

The eternal life that God deserves is close at hand.

Zhu Chaofeng looked at the tall man beside Cheng Chen in a blink of an eye, and after a long time, he laughed: "Yazi never rested! I smelled the smell of a prisoner on him."

He licked his lips, his eyes were like green blood, and his smile was like a flower.

One, two, three, you ate one, I ate three!