The days of being a writer in a different world

After writing so many spiritual texts and enlightening the spirit, Cheng Chen also has a general understanding of the level of power that the spiritual text can guide. It affects people's spirituality more than it acts on real matter.

For example, the little hero in "Nezha Navigating the Sea" was also a top warrior from the Conferred Gods Department. If according to the description in the novel, he overturned the river and the sea, slaying dragons and cramps, changing the color of the world, such a powerful force is not Cheng Chen at all. The effect of the literary spirit is comparable to just changing the blood.

After getting Cangjie's memory and knowing that the so-called enlightenment and caressing the spirit is just to activate various "applications" of spiritual "biological energy" with words, it is completely understandable why it is impossible to achieve the greatness imagined in fantasy novels when enlightening the spirit. Power - because it violates the range of application of spiritual bioenergetics and the laws of physics.

This is so "scientific"!

But the difference in the myth of "Nu Wa mending the sky" is that it is not only the energy of literary inspiration, but more importantly, it activates the great power contained in the "colorful soul stone" itself.

This may be the last spiritual text in the world, and I describe it word by word with my heart, and integrate my understanding of the world's spirit and "leakage" bit by bit between the lines.Cheng Chen spent a whole day writing this exhausting article.

When the text was completed, the characters were colorful and dazzling.

Cheng Chen looked at this spiritual book quietly, feeling something in his heart, all the past came to his eyes, he smiled happily, with a clear conscience.

Knowing that Master An has published a spiritual book that can be used to deal with "leakage", the State Council attaches great importance to it, and dispatched military police to escort Master An to the "leakage" area in the northeast. peers.

This time, both the military and the government are very respectful on the road.A literary master handed down from generation to generation, a top writer who is likely to solve the common disaster of "leakage" of mankind, cannot be respected enough.

Because of the "leakage", for safety reasons, all flights in the nearby airspace were stopped, and only a few reconnaissance planes monitored as closely as possible.It is treated with such caution. These days, 6 military aircraft have been lost due to irregular and slow movement due to "leakage", and 12 crew members died in a crash due to coma.

In the car, Cheng Chen silently listened to the introduction of the military officer and looked out the window.

It was only twenty kilometers away from the border of Yanfu, and the traffic flow on the expressway was obviously much less, especially those entering the Yanfu area in the same direction as them were pitifully few.

"...the government has urgently relocated more than 3 households with more than 12 residents in the area where the 'leakage' occurred in half a month, and designated the relevant area as a red alert zone." Dong Ze said softly from the side.

"How is Lao Jiang?" Cheng Chen asked, "Still fighting on the front line?"

Dong Ze was silent for a moment, and said: "Five days ago, because of the 'leak' over the Yan Mansion, which moved sideways without warning, the special team led by Jiang Shicheng had an unfortunate encounter. He was wiped by the edge of the 'leak' in order to rescue the team members. , was severely damaged spiritually, and was already in a severe coma."

Yi Qing, the military bodyguard, gave him a disapproving look, pursed his lips, and said nothing.What's the use of letting the master know this at this time, other than disturbing the mind?

"Take me to see him first." Cheng Chen thought of that idle guy who did not hesitate to die for the country and the people, and felt depressed for a while.

"Yes."

Severe coma, what can save his Wen?

The situation was urgent and there was no more time to think about it. Cheng Chen found a very suitable article from "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio" which he is most familiar with recently.

"Please press down the paper for me." Spreading out the pen and paper on the small table, Cheng Chen began to concentrate on writing in the slightly bumpy car...

It was also the first time for the guards in the car to see Master An waving their brushes. When they were excited, they were even more respectful. They didn't even dare to breathe too much, for fear of blowing away the master's thoughts.

When he arrived at the "Battlefield Hospital" in the "Leaky" area, which was taken over by the military, Cheng Chen had already finished writing the spiritual text, and the paper had a faint green light, indicating that the level of the spiritual text would not be too low.

Lao Jiang was lying on the hospital bed with a stubble, motionless, his eyes closed, and his face was thin and haggard.At a glance, Cheng Chen could hardly recognize that this was the old Jiang who stole good food every day, had a smiley face, was eccentric, couldn't find him when there was something to do, and had him everywhere when there was nothing to do.

Throat choked for a while, nose sore, it seemed that something was about to gush out of the eye socket.

Cheng Lang silently patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the spiritual book in his hand.

Yes, there is hope.

At this moment, Cheng Chen looked to the side in a blink of an eye, and there were several hospital beds lying unconscious young people, and asked:

"They are all?"

"Yes, they are all special teams of the military, and they unfortunately encountered in the battle to make up for the 'leakage'..."

"Okay, please let me try and do my part for the respectable warrior." Cheng Chen took a deep breath and unfolded the impromptu spiritual book.

[The grandson Chu in western Guangdong is also a famous scholar.There are branches.Sexual pedantry, people lie, always believe it is true...]

In Liao Zhai, people fainted and woke up, woke up and died, dead and alive, the hero and the heroine are both alive and well. This is an extremely interesting article-"A Bao".

The male lead's grandson Chu falls in love with Po when he sees him, he cuts off his fingers and loses his soul, and turns into a parrot in a coma to make love with the female lead Po.With Abao's promise, the parrot died, and grandson Chu, who had been dead for three days, unexpectedly came back to life.After marrying A Bao, his grandson Chu fell ill again and died. A Bao cried and hunger strike and hanged himself to death.Happy life.

In the middle of the reading, the crazy and determined grandson Chu walked out from between the writing paper, shaking his head and wandering around. The surrounding trees are shaded, flowers and plants are clustered, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and there is a faint sound of women laughing.

With the help of "Liao Zhai", which is handed down from generation to generation, "A Bao", as one of the classics in the same series, Wencheng has become as fantasy as it is real.

Sun Tzuchu frowned and recited the poem, turned his head to look at Lao Jiang, was very disgusted, and threw himself into the body of the young man on the bed next to him.

"Ouch", one woke up!

The young man looked around in a daze, and the nurses and doctors around were crying with joy, rushing up to check and measure, just like a silent film of Chaplin - no matter how happy you are, you can't disturb Master An to recite the essay!

Thinking of Ah Bao's first meeting with the idiot Sun Zichu, a stunning beauty half-covered her face, smiled sweetly, walked out leisurely, without even looking at Lao Jiang, turned around, sighed, and threw herself into the arms of a handsome young man with delicate features .

"Ah, me, where am I? Mmmmmmm..."

Another wake up.

The nurses were already prepared, and rushed forward happily, covering their mouths, and the tests were extremely numb.

The evil young man, the witch, and the passer-by all came out, scattered into the surrounding hospital beds one by one, and the soldiers woke up in a daze amidst the sound of moaning and hey yo.On the other hand, Lao Jiang, who was directly opposite Cheng Chen, was very disgusted by the literary spirits. After reading most of it, no one was willing to pay attention.

Cheng Chen broke out in a cold sweat. He spurned Lao Jiang because of his bad luck, and he was also a little anxious. Could it be that he really wanted to watch this guy go into a coma?

Cheng Chen didn't dare to read it too fast, but he was about to read it to the end, his heart was cold, and when he was thinking about what to do...

A bit of emerald green hair protruded from the paper, and then there were long tail feathers. A colorful parrot chirped "Po! Po!" Jumped onto Jiang Shicheng's face, instantly submerged.

"Fuck! What the hell?!" Lao Jiang almost jumped up from the hospital bed, his eyes widened in a daze, and then he saw Master An who couldn't help laughing out loud, "Cheng Chen?! Why are you here? "

Cheng Chen finally finished reading "A Bao", and at this moment he should recite a poem: "Sit up in shock while dying, chatting and laughing happily for another year."

It seems that this scourge can't die, it's in good spirits!

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Holding Lao Jiang who was desperate and wanted to continue fighting, Cheng Chen and the military guards climbed the mountain to observe the situation of the "leakage".With Cheng Lang, the expert who swallowed the "Cangjie", Master An still has confidence in his heart.

"...This is the largest and most central 'leak' discovered so far. From the observation of the satellite cloud image, the remaining several smaller 'leaks' are distributed in a quincunx shape within dozens of kilometers around."

Colonel Liu, the person in charge of the military, introduced the current situation to Master An, "Because of the lack of 'star sand', we actually have no real way to eliminate the 'leakage'. Seventeen guardians and special teams have been dispatched, but ...Fortunately you are here."

Colonel Liu's eyes were red and bloodshot. As soon as the master came, he saved his precious generals, and his confidence in the master immediately rose a lot.

On the top of the mountain more than 400 meters away from the "leak", they can almost look at the center of the "leak". It churned silently, like a terrifying scene of the approaching doomsday.

Dozens of guards nervously surrounded Master, and Colonel Liu refused to let Master An get any closer.In his opinion, whether Lingwen can cure the "leakage" is still unknown. If this "handed down" master is accidentally lost, and the "leakage" cannot be eliminated, it will be a leak for Huaguo Rain, it's over.

Only someone has hope, even if the master's spiritual text doesn't work, no matter how many soldiers are sacrificed, even if he sacrifices himself, the seeds of "hope" must be left behind.

Cheng Chen didn't argue any more, he gave Big Wolf a wink, and Cheng Lang stood beside him calmly.

"Then, please step back a little bit, warriors, I will recite spiritual scriptures to sacrifice to heaven!"

【...The heavens mend, the four poles are upright; the lewd waters dry up, Jizhou is flat; 】

The ancient text of Nuwa repairing the sky is not long. Cheng Chen stood on the top of the mountain in a pure white and black Hanfu deep clothes, contemplating and thinking about the time when the ancient times were boundless. Of.

The solemn and dignified chanting like a sacrifice, the voice is not loud, but deep and powerful, like Huang Zhong Dalu, it directly shakes people's hearts!

The multicolored light is not strong, just like the rosy clouds rising in the morning, blooming from the thin paper page by bit, gradually covering the mountain, and then the light is like the sun in the sky, jumping into the sky.

Cheng Lang raised his right hand high, and slowly spread his palm, a handful of multicolored stones suddenly streaked across the sky like shooting stars, gold, green, pink, black, gray, white... Colorful bright stars floated up from his palm, shooting Leaking into the blackness of the sky.