The days of being a writer in a different world

Cheng Chen couldn't confirm the level of power that this world brought to Lingwen, and where the boundaries were, but if he wanted to bow his knees and live a life of humiliation, it would be better to fight hard to break free from the shackles of slavery.

The back road must be reserved enough to write that the hero is immortal. With the help of the master, he used the lotus root that he felt spiritually when he was born to fill up the flesh and veins...

He has written a lot of spiritual texts, and he has also figured out a little experience. The closer the real situation is to the plot of the spiritual texts, the easier it is to feel the spirituality and obtain the spiritual bonus.

In front of the Fanloulou where he was born, there is a pool of green lotus roots, and the writing in the text may also have some spiritual blessings.If you pass this level smoothly, you must eat more stewed pork ribs with lotus root when you turn back, to make up for it!

Cheng Chen concentrated his attention, worked hard to write, and wrote the passages of killing the evil dragon, Chen Tangguan closing the flesh and blood to his parents, the master saving the soul, and the lotus root molding the golden body, and then he stood up.

After sitting engrossed in sitting for a long time, he stood up suddenly, his eyes darkened for a while, and he staggered and almost fell down. He quickly reached out to help him, and he was on the tallest totem pole in the middle.

Boom!Half of Cheng Chen bumped into the pillar, making a loud muffled noise.He didn't care to rub his painful head, and hurriedly checked the totem pole with a guilty conscience.Breaking up is one thing. On their home turf, if the "ancestor" they value most is brought down, it will be a bloody hatred that will never die.

Huh?Within reach, the hand feels a little strange. This ancient totem looks like wood but not wood, and it doesn't look like stone.The remaining blood on the fingertips was quickly sucked in by the surface of the cylinder.

Cheng Chen was terrified, oh my god, it's weird!

He leaned forward to observe carefully, and under the light of the jumping fire in the cave, he could clearly see the appearance of the totem.

Three cylindrical totems depict exaggerated gods or ancestors based on the human body.

The one he happened to hold was the tallest one in the middle.The humanoid head on the top of the totem is huge, its protruding eyes exaggeratedly occupy most of its face, its body proportions are peculiar, its limbs are slender, and its genitals are particularly prominently depicted.The entire totem is brightly colored, with black and dark red intertwined, making it look extraordinarily weird and mysterious.

At first glance, it seems that there is no big difference from those reproductive worship totems unearthed in the primitive tribes on the earth, that is, the patterns are refurbished and the shapes are more simple.But as soon as you touch it, your fingertips will feel extremely fine lines, turning and turning very regularly, which is definitely not like the texture of natural materials.

The blood stain left by Cheng Chen's fingertip writing "Blood Book" was completely absorbed by this texture, and the nearby area turned into a translucent jade color with a light pink.

I think of the irascible Elder De who said - the more blood you smear, the more pious you are, the happier the "ancestral spirit" will be.

Cheng Chen couldn't help being a little bit square, the ancestor of Shanyinyue couldn't have been reincarnated as a vampire, right?

Stopping his wild thoughts, he stared at the palm-sized cylinder that sucked in blood. The more he looked at it, the more bizarre he became, and the more he looked, the more surprised he became. Just print this pattern and show it to engineering or IT guys, all of them will categorically say, is it fun for Temo to play with people with a mutated residual image of a VLSI?

On the edge of the regular patterns, there are certain regular characters engraved around them, even if half of them cannot be recognized.The ex-IT man is still intuitively clueless, discerning that this seems to be some kind of extremely advanced interactive "language", or "program".

The technology tree climbing in this world is about the level of the earth in the mid-90s. Although the timeline is not far from Cheng Chen's previous life, only a few decades away, but computer technology is changing with each passing day, and the generation gap is actually quite large.

On Earth, mainstream computer languages ​​have been updated several times, with various variations and developments.But everything remains the same. Computer language is to use mathematical language and grammatical planning to convert human language instructions into simple 0 and 1, so that the machine can execute the commands.

And on this ancient totem, repeated strings, beautiful and symmetrical mathematical properties, precise fork instructions and loop variables...

Assuming that the surrounding mysterious factors are completely abandoned, such as ancient totems, ancient caves, ancestral spirits, etc., are completely viewed from a "scientific" perspective, absorbing blood, analyzing, and identifying-isn't this DNA identification?

Then the totems handed down from ancient times, the ancestral spirits of the Yue clan, sacrifices, gluttony... what are they all about? !Such a few things that are extremely important to the Yue clan stand in a dark cave, and only elders above the elder level can touch them. When the children of the clan respectfully distinguish blood, they may not be as ruthless as he is. Touch it carefully and respectfully.

It is very likely that no one in the Yue clan has discovered the peculiar trait of his family's ancestral totem.

Cheng Chen's mind was in chaos, and his three views were shattered again.

Before he could clear his mind, a shrill scream came from outside the cave.

What's wrong?what happen?Or has the ritual started? !

Regardless of picking up his broken and messy world view, Cheng Chen rushed out, passed through the dark cave hall and corridor, and rushed out of the gloomy cave under the surprised gaze of the guard .

On the bluestone platform outside the cave, the Yue clan members who participated in the sacrificial attire were neatly formed into a three-layer circle. In the middle of the Taotie stone carving, there was a young boy kneeling, thin and shivering. It was Yuequan.

A bluish-gray mist enveloped his body, he trembled, and suddenly screamed miserably again.

Elder Mu was standing a few steps away from him, reciting the sacrificial oration with a long voice and a motionless expression.The three Yue Jun brothers and the other two clan elders stood a little later, with solemn expressions, while Yue Yan's face was as pale as a corpse.

"... Fuwei Shangxiang." Elder Mu had already read to the end, and there were some flashes of inspiration around him, which were fleeting, and he frowned, obviously not satisfied.

When Cheng Chen came out, he saw this scene. He turned his head in disgust, and searched for the big wolf in the crowd. Cheng Lang was not here. He was not allowed to participate in the Yue Clan Festival, so he could only watch from a distance.

Cheng Chen was a little lost, something seemed to be moving in the corner of his eyes?In a blink of an eye, he saw A Lang quietly waving at him in a hidden corner behind the mountain.

Seeing A Lang, Cheng Chen heaved a sigh of relief and nodded slightly.

Elder De saw Cheng Chen sideways, he was furious, and shouted in a low voice: "How dare you come out? Why don't you kneel before the ancestor spirit!"

Everyone's eyes turned after his voice.

"Elder De, don't worry." Elder Mu put down the sacrificial rite, squinted his eyes and looked at Cheng Chen inquisitively, "What do you have to say? Disrespecting the ancestor spirit is an unforgivable sin."

Cheng Chen stepped forward with his head held high, and said in a clear voice: "Sect Master Yue, elders, I just had a sudden burst of thought and wrote a Jiawen. Although I haven't had time to kneel down to distinguish the blood, I think that Jiawen respects the ancestors and sacrifices to the ancestors. Taotie is the top priority right now, and my personal affairs are not in a hurry."

The sacrificial oracle paper that Cheng Chen was holding had a brilliant aura, obviously it was a rather high-level spiritual inscription. Seeing his fingers clenched tightly, it didn't look like he was willing to let others see it first.

Thinking of this "ghost-species" boy, he is already a town at such a young age, and Elder Mu doesn't care too much about himself, he is all of the blood of the Yue family, so could it be possible to find out?

The sacrificial oration he personally wrote over and over again, now it seems that it is not good enough, I am afraid that the Taotie will be dissatisfied, and the blood of the Yue clan will not be able to withstand repeated tossing.

But let this ghost try.

The calculation was settled, Elder Mu smiled slightly, and said: "Okay, I'll wait and listen to your masterpiece." He paused for a while, and then said in a low voice: "If the Taotie is dissatisfied and the ancestor spirits get angry, not only your life will be in danger, but the entire Yue clan will die." They are all in danger of being overthrown, do you know that?"

Cheng Chen showed eight small white teeth: "I know."

"Okay! You read it!" Elder Mu pulled the other two clan elders who looked unhappy, and stepped aside.

Yue Jun looked at the little boy with a complicated expression, and walked towards the altar with a spirit book in his hand, then looked at Yue Quan who was huddled under the stage, and sighed softly.

Cheng Chen stood still on the low platform, looking at the hideous-looking elders of the clan, the main line members who were strong on the outside but on the inside, the members of the Yue clan who were as stiff as puppets, and the "sacrifices" who were only more breathless than dead people in the audience, the corner of his mouth twitched. From a slightly ironic angle, take a deep breath, and read aloud with all your might:

[Li Jing, the commander-in-chief of Chentang Pass, and his wife, Yin Shi, were pregnant for three years and six months, and gave birth to a meat ball...]

The legend of Nezha is already vivid and tortuous, but Cheng Chen has fully integrated his passion into it, making it even more fascinating, making the listeners feel as if they are in the middle of the magical and passionate story.Don't talk about ordinary clansmen, even clan elders are listening attentively.

With the ups and downs of the plot, the ghosts gathered around were like boiling water, violently shaking.Several evil dragons suddenly jumped out of the spiritual book amidst the spiritual light flying in the sky, baring their teeth and claws, attracting ghosts like waves!

Before everyone in the Yue family turned pale and exclaimed, a golden light flashed, and the young hero [wearing a circle of heaven and earth on his head, wrapping his arms around Huntian silk, stepping on a hot wheel, and holding a pointed gun] had jumped out of the paper, under the pointed gun , the dragon howled silently, was cramped and turned into a pile of rotten meat!

The wind is surging, the aura of the surrounding land is flickering like electricity, and the ghosts are billowing like clouds.

Cheng Chen sighed secretly, the illusion is not real, and it is only one line away from Zhen Guo, maybe there will be more advancements in the completion of the series in the future, right?

Seeing the situation, several clan elders seemed to be out of control and panicked.

Elder Han cursed endlessly; Elder Mu had a gloomy face, trying to stabilize his body; Elder De, against the wind and clouds woven by the Yin spirit, and the thunder and lightning intertwined with spiritual light, walked towards the altar with difficulty, shouting: "Stop, Shut up! You, how dare you?!"

Cheng Chen stood firmly in the center of the altar, and the ghastly wind, cloud, thunder and lightning miraculously avoided him. He just pretended not to hear Elder De's furious bark, and continued to read aloud: "...one person does the work and the other person is responsible, and the blood is returned to the parents. Cut off the grace of life!"

After reading this, he paused for a while, and slowly drew out the dagger.

Standing in the distance, Cheng Lang watched worriedly. He firmly believed that Cheng Chen would not fight an uncertain battle, and he was afraid that something might happen, so he didn't dare to interrupt his reading. He just sneaked forward while everyone in the Yue clan was panicked. Getting closer and closer.

When he was still dozens of steps away from Cheng Chen, he saw his young man severing his arm with the dagger.

At that moment, blood flowed horizontally, and a strong golden light flashed. Nezha, who was fighting in mid-air, swung his gun and instantly turned into a ball of aura, and became one with Cheng Chen.

The blood flowing out of Cheng Chen's arm seemed to have stagnated in time and space. In mid-air, it suddenly splashed and turned into a blood mist.