The days of being a writer in a different world

Airplanes, cars, and running all the way, except for his Cheng Chen and his return journey, Cheng Lang doesn't pay attention to anything. It can almost be called "Gods block and kill gods, Buddhas block and kill Buddhas".Fortunately, there was a group of professional mopping-up personnel by my side, so I was not overwhelmed by the "smoke" brought up by the galloping all the way.

Cheng Rou was not in Fanlou, Master Zhenguo's name was suppressed, and there were demonstrations with all kinds of blocked documents. Zhuangzi's housekeeper was dripping with cold sweat, and hurriedly opened the door, so as not to be accused of undermining national security plans.When I turned around, I quietly informed the hostess, anyway, it was about her son, Master An.

Fanlou stands quietly, and the setting sun shines from the back, which makes the building covered with a faint layer of gold.A pool of residual lotus is swaying slightly in the evening wind, the autumn is already strong, and the lotus root is fattening.

Cheng Lang gently placed the sleepy boy on the couch on the second floor, asked the two bodyguards to keep an eye on the master and the spiritual book, and took off his clothes, revealing his strong tendons, wearing only a pair of trousers, and rushed downstairs.

On the anxiously long way home, he had carefully read Cheng Chen's "Nezha Naohai" again and again, thinking of the arrogance and persecution of the Yue family in the past, and the blood-cutting and severing of relatives he saw with his own eyes today. This spiritual book is full of bloody rebelliousness, grief and indignation, and the struggle for freedom at any cost.

If it wasn't for those eyes that were clear and smiling even though they were tired, even if they were injured, and they didn't want them to be stained with filthy blood, Shanyin Yue!Shan Yinyue, who caused his Cheng Chen to be hurt so much and has been unconscious until now, should be full of... The gloomy green eyes seemed to condense the darkness before the storm and hurricane.

He said: "The kindness of life has been repaid, and the kindness and righteousness will be cut off. From then on, the Yue family and I have nothing to do with each other, and have nothing to do with each other!"

He wouldn't want to see blood everywhere.

Cheng Lang's expression gradually softened, he suppressed the desire to devour blood, and looked towards the pond, where is today's hope and the top priority.

In Cheng Chen's spiritual book, it is written in great detail that Nezha's master Taiyi Zhenren, who was inspired by his spirituality when he was born [the lotus root is the bone, the lotus leaf is the clothing, read the mantra of resurrection from the dead], Nezha was able to recover. Essence and blood complement the spirituality and are reborn.

This pool of lotus root that witnessed Cheng Chen's birth was Cheng Chen's hope.

He took a deep breath, jumped off the pond without hesitation, and dived into the bottom of the water.

The water in the pool was icy cold, and the bottom of the pool was turbid with silt. The lotus roots were buried deep in the mud, and it was impossible to tell the size and length of the lotus root.Cheng Lang had never done this job before, and it was related to Cheng Chen's physical recovery, so he dared not and was unwilling to entrust this job to others.The only way is to use the most stupid method, groping for the bottom of the pond, and dig out the lotus root one by one.

Fortunately, Big Wolf's skills in digging lotus roots are insufficient, but his strength is more than enough, and he is careful enough.His hands groped repeatedly along the lotus stem under the filthy mud. After confirming that the lotus root was long enough and thick enough, he pulled out a whole lotus root and gently placed it on the bank of the pond.

Yi Qing who came to help pick out incomplete, damaged or muddy lotus roots, or different thicknesses, and silently dragged the fire hose, turned on the high-pressure water hose, and carefully rinsed the selected lotus roots.The cooperation between the two gradually became tacit, and after more than an hour, Cheng Lang had dug out most of the good lotus root that could be selected.For the rest, there is not enough time, and he also wants to keep some in the pool, in case it fails once, it will also have the weight of remedy.

"Lotus leaves make clothes..." Cheng Lang, covered in mud all over his face, smiled sadly, looking at the dark brown remnants of lotus leaves that had been picked out with great difficulty in his hands, which were not so dilapidated, shrunk into a bunch, and almost shed tears.

Although the young master of his family is gifted with spiritual talent and books, but he always neglects the little details and puts himself on his own head.In this season, where can this pool of residual lotus come from green and round lotus leaves? The best ones are just the dead leaves in my hand that can only be used as beggars' clothes.

Urgent to save people, clothes and so on, just break it!Anyway, lotus root is the best season to harvest, it is fat and tender, delicious and juicy.

Cheng Lang selected the best among the best, picked seven or eight of the most pleasing to the eye, most like the tender arms and legs of a teenager, and carried them upstairs.Yi Qing followed in a hurry.

"You lotus root..." Old Jiang was weird. Seeing Cheng Lang's gloomy face, he shut up after asking half a sentence. It must be what the spiritual book needs. That spiritual book seems to be related to the master's life. Didn't let anyone else take a look.

Dong Ze didn't say anything, and quietly stepped forward to help Cheng Lang arrange lotus root joints on the floor.

The arms should be slender and smooth, well-proportioned and round; the body should be strong and powerful; the thighs and calves should be strong but not thick...

Cheng Lang was sweating profusely in arranging the clothes carefully, but no matter what, he couldn't make it perfect. The sweat dripped on the short skirt made of withered lotus, and time was running out.He suppressed his anxious heart, and finally put the lotus root together, took a bath and changed clothes, and picked up the spiritual book.

He read aloud: "Taiyi real person ordered Tong'er to take lotus leaves and lotus roots, put them in the ground, and spread them into three talents according to heaven, earth, and people. Push it to the lotus root, and shout: "Nezha is no longer flesh and blood, when will we wait!"】

The blue and white spiritual light suddenly flashed, and an old fairy with white beard and hair floated out of the spiritual book. He recited silently in his mouth, and the long, erratic spiritual light flickered like a star, and the star-like spiritual light was like a waterfall. Covering the human-shaped lotus root joints on the ground.

Countless illusory lotus flowers bloomed in mid-air, one after another, the pink and white lotus flowers were full of strange fragrance, and the starlight on the lotus root gradually gathered, condensing into a phantom of a young man.The light blue transparent human figure prostrated itself on the ground, then suddenly flew up, throwing itself into Cheng Chen's embrace like a meteor shower.

Master Taiyi left happily.

At the same moment, the sleepy young man on the couch trembled his eyelids slightly, yawned delicately, rubbed his eyes and woke up, full of vigor.

He looked at the big wolf with reddened eyes and a few bright lamps beside him, and asked with a grin, "Huh? Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Cheng Lang whimpered, and hugged the young man who was almost lost but luckily regained, and hugged him tightly. At this moment, his strong body finally dared to let go and let himself tremble.

"Hey, hey! I'm here! Let go, let go, you're going to strangle me..." Cheng Chen finally let go of the big wolf's embrace, stroking the curly hair helplessly, and said in a low voice , "Thank you for your hard work. I know you are here, so I dare to act so capriciously."

His answer was a tighter and warmer hug.

In the days that followed, Master An lived in pain. He never thought in two lifetimes that lotus root is such a terrible thing!

Stewed pork ribs with lotus root, sweet and sour lotus root slices, fried lotus root box, cold lotus root, pork and lotus root dumplings...

Cheng Lang used his brains to develop a series of lotus root dishes for Cheng Chen to nourish his body.He took all the lotus roots he dug that day and the rest home, not even letting go of the pile of withered lotus leaves!Let him make lotus leaf chicken, lotus leaf lean meat soup, lotus leaf rice...

No matter how delicious something is, it can't catch it day and night and eat it to the end!

Cheng Chen regretted it, and hated himself for saying too much, saying that eating these lotus roots can make him more healthy.

Because of blood loss and injury, he made himself half-mutilated, "injured one thousand enemies, and eight hundred self-injured", Master An was pressed on the bed by his own spiritual master, and he ate and slept well to fatten up, and getting out of bed had to be reviewed and approved , this day is simply impossible!

It was a phone call from Mr. Yue that solved his dilemma.

This call was expected, but such a calm conversation was beyond Cheng Chen's surprise.

"Mr. Yue."

"...Master An," Yue Jun held the phone with an indifferent expression. Now that he has given up his blood and even his ancestors, he can only talk in an equal way when facing the treasure of the country. Before the big show was over, I just patted my ass and left, leaving me with a lot of mess."

"Oh?" Cheng Chen also responded casually.

"You don't have to be too wary. After this incident between us, we can make some deals calmly."

"Won't the elders of the Yue clan have any objections?"

"Don't worry too much." Although the sacrifice was a lot of trouble this time, it was really not a bad thing for the main line.The pressure of offering sacrifices has dropped sharply, and younger generations are being conceived. Those clan elders who have lost their spirituality and authority are just decayed dead leaves still hanging on the branches.

Yue Jun sneered silently, and flicked away the little ants that climbed up the table without interest.

"Master An, can you entrust this new spiritual book of yours to my Yue clan?"

"Sorry, it's impossible." Cheng Chen replied flatly.

Nezha's spirituality is related to himself. Although he is fearless in his current position, he never wants this book to fall into the hands of the Yue family who can't have any kindness.

Yue Jun didn't bother, but mentioned something.

"...You cut the blood and give it back this time, it will probably damage some spirituality. Although I don't know what you can do to make up for it, I have some news to tell you." , could have been a great help to the family.

Yue Jun also regretted that he didn't defend Cheng Chen with reason.Now that it's too late to say anything, it's better to sell one after all.

"...The Zhengyi sect in Wugong Mountain is really a Taoist sect. It is old with our clan. It has considerable research on replenishing the spirituality and nourishing the body of the clansmen. Many spells and scriptures also have magical effects. Back then, your father, um, was born in Yueyan. Sacrificial to the prisoner Yin, to seize the soul for the Yin spirit, he was the one who saved it." Thinking of his worrying younger brother, Yue Jun also sighed, "Spirituality is related to the essence of human soul, it is better to be careful."

Cheng Chen hung up the phone pensively, is he a Taoist priest?

He feels that his spirituality is complete, so there is no need to worry about it. On the contrary, it is Wugong Mountain, which is a national scenic spot in Huaguo. Dashi, how about going for a stroll?Mr. Yue's "completion of spirituality" is really a good reason to convince Big Wolf!