The days of being a writer in a different world

A different time and space with less advanced technology, not as convenient as the modern earth, but it also has certain "conveniences" that cannot be replaced.On the streets of big cities, there is no such intensive surveillance "Skynet" at all, and there are no pervasive records such as GPS satellite monitoring Google Maps.

Cheng Chen took out a new coat from his schoolbag and put it on, put on fashionable sunglasses, bought some necessary small things, and walked into a medium-sized hotel.

In the age when computers were not popular, small and medium-sized hotels basically would not ask guests to bring out their ID cards to register as long as they stuffed money, so he just filled in "Ansheng" on the guest list.The fat aunt at the front desk looked at the registration form casually, glanced at him, pulled the key and threw it over, saying that there was a deposit of twenty, no breakfast, no early call.Turn around and continue to knock melon seeds to watch her long drama.

After entering the room and locking the door, Cheng Chen took out the copy of "Wild Swan" which he "couldn't bear to read" from his bag, and put it away gently.He needs to recharge his batteries and prepare for the night's battle.

Ever since he learned of the wonderful setting of this world, he has been thinking about how to use his resource advantages all the time, but the experience and growth experience in his previous life have determined that he will never rashly come up with something that is completely beyond what "Cheng Chen" should be able to possess and master. s things.

This is not a past life earth without a "spirit". The article is just to entertain people's body and mind, cultivate their sentiments, and preach the word.This is the world where "spiritual text" determines the life and death of human beings.

Without the corresponding strength, holding gold in the busy market can only be a dead end.

But isn't this a man who has watched countless Hollywood hero movies!Between saving people, gaining benefits, and hiding behind the scenes, as long as the operation is done properly, why can't the world win with him?

"An Sheng" carefully closed the curtains, checked the door and window locks again, put "Wild Swan" under the pillow, and fell asleep peacefully.

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"Shanniu, help Mom put away Chenchen's calligraphy and paper basket, and take it to the community calligraphy furnace to burn in a while."

Zhu Qishan was restlessly lying in the bedroom flipping through the book, and replied impatiently: "Okay, I'll wait..." Huh? !She suddenly cheered up and shouted loudly: "Okay, Mom, I'll clean it up right away!"

Silently taking the basket specially prepared for collecting words, Zhu Qishan walked to the master bedroom on the second floor, hesitated for a moment, held the doorknob, and turned it lightly.My heart suddenly beat violently for no reason.

The door is open, not locked.

She glanced left and right, but no one was there.Flashed into the room.

As a boy's bedroom, it's not too messy here, after all, there is a live-in nanny and her daughter cleaning it every day!

Snorting softly, Zhu Qishan looked around slowly, and there was nothing conspicuous in the room.A few textbooks and stationery were left on the table, and the newly purchased computer took up a small half of the table.A change of clothes and smelly socks were thrown at the end of the bed, and the writing and paper basket was placed in the corner beside the desk...

and many more!

Her eyes froze suddenly, inside the calligraphy and paper basket... She flicked the basket in her hand, rushed forward, turned the whole calligraphy and paper basket upside down with all her strength, and after a while of pulling, her trembling hands tightly grasped a piece of hard paper.

This is a piece of nettle paper, 27 sheets per dozen for 12 yuan, made in Brazil.

She knew it so clearly, because she endured the pain of listening to someone's demands and conditions, then picked it out with her own hands, and bought it for that mentally handicapped child!

The paper is not outstanding, and the pen writing on the paper is even more average, barely enough to be neat and clear, even a little bit worse than her writing.but……

Why do these words have a faint beige luster, even if it is not so obvious!

"The light is hidden and the color is bright, the village knows the village; the words are bright, the state is heard and the county is up..." Zhu Qishan pinched the paper full of words, her hands trembling, and she murmured that she had already recited it countless times. I just feel that life is a joke!All three views are broken.

——A mentally handicapped person with a very low degree of spirituality, who has only been enlightened for half a year, and has only been learning to write for a few days. He wrote a random story, and unexpectedly... he became enlightened! "Zhouwenxianda"!

But this mentally handicapped person still dismissed the spiritual book that should be "hidden in the cabinet, cherished and cherished", and threw it into the writing? Paper? Basket!

No, not right!Maybe he didn't "dismiss it", but he didn't know that what he wrote casually would enlighten the soul!

It's not that this has never happened before, and the teacher of the spiritual book class also mentioned many examples of "post-revelation".

On the contrary, only a small number of people who write the spiritual book on the spot inspire their spirits, and most of them change their drafts several times, so that the words can be gradually integrated and embedded in the spirit.Even if no revisions are made, some special spiritual books will self-awaken after the day the book is completed, and enter the spirit to inspire the soul.Although there are few such examples, there is not one in a million, and it is not without.

Therefore, experienced literati will carefully collect the draft of the original book, carefully consider it, and then revise it slowly. Maybe one day when they hit the big luck, the book will be enlightened by itself? !

Cheng Chen only took classes for one semester, and he was still in Longchuan Group B.Even in Longchuan's Group A, the knowledge about spiritual books will not be explained in detail until they can enter the writing class in the senior grades.

So... maybe he didn't even know that he had written a "spiritual book"!

Zhu Qishan swallowed hard, trying to moisten her burning throat.

Maybe, maybe...

"Shanniu, are you in Chenchen's room? Hurry up and put away all of Chenchen's trash cans and writing baskets, and I'll empty them out together." Aunt Lian said, pushing the door and entering, seeing her daughter holding a piece of writing paper in a daze. She was in a daze, her face was as white as a ghost.

Surprised by her mother, Zhu Qishan trembled, as if she had been burned by something, and the paper fell from her hand to the ground.

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"Jingle Bell……"

At one o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang.

Cheng Chen opened his eyes in bewilderment, shook his head, and turned off the alarm clock.Take a deep breath and act!

This small hotel on Qianshi Street is a little far from Cili, and it takes about ten minutes to walk two miles. There are few taxis on the road in the middle of the night, and there are no tricycles or motorcycles waiting at the station.To be cautious, he still planned to use a pair of meaty legs to make his way.

In the word, this place is indeed an old street. In order to create an atmosphere of cultural relics, the government even imitated the street lamps on the side of the road. Long alleys, full of ghost scenes - ah!By the way, ghost movies are called "Necropic" in this world.

Cheng Chen took a little effort to find the number 12 in the word, and he really can't be blamed for it. Many places look the same during the day, but they look different at night.He has only been to this place once, and the long and winding alleys all look the same, like a ecstasy array, what's the matter?

Looking at the locked door, Cheng Chen exhaled contemptuously through his nose—to guard against a gentleman, not against a villain!

Um?So... bah bah bah!The young master, who was accidentally put on the "little man" hat by himself, quickly took out a double-pointed hammer from his backpack, and the wooden handle was already firmly tied with a rope.Flying claws can't get it, so it's quite simple to make a wall-climbing tool by yourself.

Holding the rope and flicking it vigorously, the hammer of "Hu" flew over the horse wall as high as a person, and firmly clasped the top of the wall.Cheng Chen tugged hard, firmly.Thanks to his favorite sport in his spare time in the previous life - rock climbing, even if he is not so professional, it is more than enough to climb walls and drill holes.

After collecting the tools, he walked across the yard and judged his position. He walked to the inner door at the exit of the hall, put the two door knockers together, and took out the lock to lock the door from the outside.After secretly having fun for a while, it is estimated that the father and son in the room will have to toss a lot when they find out the situation and figure it out, enough to sneak away by themselves.

Cheng Chen walked to the window of the East Wing. Because the house had a stone foundation, even though it was the first floor of an ancient building, the window was as high as a person from the ground, and the window was closed tightly.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he searched around and found a crooked brick for his feet. He took out a crowbar about a foot long and gently pried the window open.The room was dark, with a night lamp lit in the corner, and a large bucket containing children placed in the middle of the room. Medical instruments were still beeping beside them, flashing green fluorescent lights.

Cheng Chen took out the manuscript of "Wild Swan", and took out a small flashlight from his bag to light it.The black hood on the coat covered most of his face, and the pale flashlight shone from his chin. Don’t even think about such a solemn and solemn spiritual enlightenment ceremony as Mr. He, just worry that if the Lin family and his son go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and see him as a cult Will the image of a wizard chanting a spell scare the hell out of him?

Without further ado, there is nothing to add, let’s be a dead horse and a living horse doctor!

The young master, who was doing this kind of supernatural activity for the first time, took a deep breath, and started his chant in a deep voice like reciting a mantra.

[When our winter comes, the swallows fly to a distant place...]

A faint beige light slowly emerged from the paper along with the boy's suppressed voice, flickering.

As the story progresses, the beautiful Princess Alyssa once again appears in the void above the page.This time, her phantom figure seemed to be more clear and solid, and the blood stains on her hands could be clearly seen.The little princess was holding a half-woven nettle dress, her face was clearly visible, her blond hair was disheveled, and her expression was serene with a kind of perseverance and no regrets.

In the night sky, pale golden auras flashed in the courtyard, jumping out from the ground, from the treetops, and from the wind... Far and near, large and small light spots, like the stars in the Milky Way, inspired by "Wild Swan" With the original book as the center, it slowly surged, gradually forming a circling, pale golden vortex.

Cheng Chen held his first spiritual book tightly, and his voice began to rise high. His spirit seemed to be submerged by stars, floating in the galaxy woven by spirituality, and turned into the spirituality itself. He no longer cared about other things, only Knowing that he recites the spiritual book that is closely connected with his spirituality with empathy...

[The air is mild; among the flowers and the moss, the lights of countless fireflies are shining like green sparks.When she shook the first twig lightly with her hand, the shining worms rose up towards her like falling stars...]

The brightest golden light suddenly fell at seven or eight o'clock, converging into a shining point, and flew over the figure of Princess Alyssa.At that moment, the air seemed to be hit by an invisible light wave, and the surrounding space trembled a few times, forming phantoms one after another.

Princess Alyssa blinked and slowly rose, a string of golden lights shone under her feet, like the inseparable bond between her and the spirit book.The golden light flashed suddenly, and the figure of the little princess suddenly lit up, turning into a small, solid starlight, and pounced on the nearest small body.

In a flash.