The days of being a writer in a different world

The subsequent great joy and sorrow did not require Master Xiao Cheng to take action.Cheng Lang stood in front of him, Yue Geng did not jump down from the entrance of the inner cave, and returned after exploring for a long while, confirming that most of the ghosts in the cave had dissipated, and the remaining ones were useless.

Dang Aizhen was silent for a long time, walked slowly to the entrance of the cave, and shouted to the waiting crowd: "The ghosts are gone!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into a burst of depression for many years, shouting from the bottom of their hearts, and then scattered away.

Miss Aizhen bowed her knees and bowed solemnly: "Although I don't say thank you for the great kindness, I still want to say 'thank you' to the masters! From now on, you are the benefactors of our clan. , Mountains of swords and seas of fire, do not hesitate!"

130 Although not many people from the six families remained on the mountain, there were about two hundred people.

At dusk, when the yin and yang meet, Dang Aizhen, the descendant of the party clan's sacrifice, puts on a simple off-white gown with a right lapel, long black hair hanging around, a pointed high hat, and a long and floor-length hat brim embroidered Black long-tailed bird.

She stood at the door of the small courtyard and sang a long song, and the mournful voice resounded through the sky: Everyone is born with suffering, life and death are helpless, nothing can be asked for...

The clansmen came out of their houses in twos and threes, wearing gray long clothes, and singing sadly: "What can I do, I can't ask for it...

It's like a trickle, with old bubbles emerging, gradually converging into a gray-white long river, flowing towards the cave among the peach blossom forests.Villagers who have already left their fifth clothes, holding their young children, stand outside their houses and look into the distance.

The old people with the highest seniority pulled ropes, carried baskets, and with the support of young people, slowly walked down the deep cave to pick out the bones of ancestors and enemies mixed together.

The old party head leaned on his walking stick and insisted on waiting outside the cave.

When the last rays of the yellow sun fell, all the ancient bones were identified by secret methods and buried in the soil at the foot of the selected mountain for safety.The enemy's bones were burned and scattered into the underground river at the bottom of the cave.

[The soul is back!Go to the king's constant work, what is the Quartet?Give up the joy of the king, and leave it more ominous!The soul is back!The East can't be trusted.A long man is thousands of feet, but the soul is a little...]

Dang Aizhen's melodious and mournful funeral song is still going on, Cheng Chen listens quietly, and from the slightly mutated chapters, he can barely distinguish a few lines, it seems to be Qu Yuan's "Calling the Soul"?

Due to the subject matter of this article, it is not widely circulated among modern flower growers. At most young people know the sentence "The soul is back", and very few fragments are often selected in the online articles.Listening carefully at this time, the connotation between the words is really chilling when you think about it.

[Soul, come back!

Why leave your body and run around in all directions?

It is bad to be in danger, to leave your safe dwelling.

"Come back, soul!

The East cannot sojourn and stand still.

The elders there are thousands of feet tall, just waiting to search for your soul.

The ten suns shone in turn, melting and deforming metal and stone.

They are all used to it, and once your soul is gone, there will be nothing left.

Come back, there is no place to stay and stop...]

Cheng Chen was a little lost in thought. Were these ancient songs and poems written by the ancients in a moment of brainstorming, or was something indescribable happened in the East?The ten suns irradiate in turn, melting metal and stone... Could it be that Cybertron invaded the earth?Or is it another variant legend of Hou Yi shooting the ten suns?But if aliens really invade, what do they want the souls of people on earth?Where are they now?

While his thoughts were galloping like wild horses with prolapsed anus, the party clan's sacrificial ceremony was over in the light of the torches.

After Yue Gengwei finished exploring the inner cave, he disappeared without a sound.But Cheng Chen seemed to be able to feel that the slightly considering eyes were silently watching him somewhere.

Another beautiful spring morning.

Cheng Chen breathed in the clear and moist fresh air in the deep mountains, and stretched vigorously.

Old Huang excitedly woke up early and asked the children to help clean up the herbs and pack them into packages.He was a little in awe, and waited aside awkwardly. When Cheng Chen was free, he hurriedly stepped forward with a bright smile, and said respectfully: "Master Xiao Cheng, Master Xiao Cheng, look..."

"Brother Huang, don't you be so awkward, okay? Everything is as usual, and I haven't transformed into an Ultraman?" Young Master Cheng said something that was a bit incomprehensible helplessly, and he was happy to think of something. stand up.

Huang Jiguang laughed along with him, answering repeatedly.

Your villain didn’t transform, but you turned into a master when you turned around, and you threw out scriptures above the Ming family. You can teach them how to do it in minutes. A qualified "dead spirit" that does not disturb humans.You let me go as usual, I don't even dare to take pictures of my uncle, let alone take pictures of your little family!

Looking back and thinking about it, I was already able to see it carefully in the hotel in Liuzhou at that time. How could I invite such a mysterious and silent master of literature, and I was willing to give the spirit of a traitor to the soul? Isn’t it Master Xiao Cheng himself? Hello!Thinking about it this way, this person's background is actually...

He thought of the martial followers of the Yue clan who popped up suddenly that day, and thought of the young man who published the Ming Fu Lingshu, it must be the origin of his family, the background is not unfathomable but so deep that there is no bottom at all!

Lao Huang secretly lost a small look resentfully, but was pleasantly surprised in his heart.ah!Is there anything happier than wanting to hug the backstage hard little thick legs, only to find that I hugged the waist of a dinosaur directly?

"Okay, then I'll be cheeky. Xiaocheng, Brother Cheng! When are we going down the mountain? The medicine is almost finished, and the mountain affairs are over. Look?" Lao Huang choked, After all, he didn't dare to call Xiao Cheng directly.

In the yard, the villagers of Shanxiang are huddling in the main room to discuss whether they really want to relocate. The feeling of being hard to leave their homeland is not something that can be given up just by giving up.

No matter what the final result of their discussion is, anyway, after going down the mountain, this gorgeous peach blossom forest will be hard to see for a while, and I don't know if the peach blossoms on human faces will still be red at this time next year?

"Brother Huang, in this case, you take care of these herbs first, and I want to go to the peach blossom forest and cave with Cheng Lang."

I always feel that this mountain and this scene seem to have been seen somewhere before, could it be in a dream?Cheng Chen scratched his head, anyway, there were so many people in and out of the cave, and the Dang clan also walked over on their feet from the other side of the stream, with A Lang by his side, hehehe!If you are fat and itchy, go and see it again!

Lao Huang squeezed out a smile with a bitter face, and expressed his determination: go, definitely go!We must not throw him away again, Lao Huang, everyone must advance and retreat together in this small adventure!The big golden waist that I finally hugged, if I don't take the opportunity to deepen the relationship and relationship, when will I wait?

Well, the ghosts should be expelled, right?At any rate, with the two masters by his side, Lao Huang bit the bullet, stood upright, and took the lead, "Look at the black hole ahead, it must be the thief's lair, wait for me to go forward and kill him cleanly!"

Look at my old Huang Bing sending out the Yin Lingdong!

Cheng Chen was not worried about this.Yue Gengwei searched and searched, fumbled for a long time, Cheng Lang also went down to check for a long time, now it is difficult to find the silk Yinling at the bottom of the cave.Seeing how old Huang is a hero, his righteousness is so thin, hahaha!Let's drill the cave together and become Batman!

When Dang Aizhen heard that Cheng Chen was going to explore the Yinling Cave three times, she snatched up the pioneer official, brought a kerosene-burning lantern, and prepared a large bag of emergency supplies, and went up the mountain and down the cave.Except for the lantern, Cheng Chen threw the whole package on the back of the mighty A Lang.

Passing over the vines and vines, the bright red peach blossom grove, which is still hesitating to speak, a group of people came to the Yinling Cave again.

After dispelling the ghosts, there is no bone-piercing coldness in the cave, only the natural coolness of the mountains, the gentle breeze brings a very faint sweet fragrance of peach blossoms, which makes people intoxicated leisurely.The white mist of Dongkou hot spring is transpiring, and the peach blossom forest is reflected in a fairyland, as if a little fairy is about to float out at any time.

Miss Aizhen took out an old small book, which is said to be a record of the family's migration to the south.Cheng Chen watched her turn over a few pages, all of which were weird characters, earthworm-like ghostly symbols, occasionally stained with some suspiciously dark dots.

"This is a map?" Cheng Chen was very skeptical. If he didn't follow the map, he would probably be able to explore a cave with no branches in a few hours. If he followed this ghost map, um, would he be able to walk? Just get together with the ancestors of the party clan, this is hard to say.

Priest Aizhen had a deep and kind face, touched the head of the ignorant little friend master, and said softly: "Don't worry, sister still has a unique skill, and you won't get lost."

With a slight movement of her fingers, a half-finger-long black beetle slipped out from her sleeve, stood on her fingertips and poked her head, and its two long tentacles swung back and forth nimbly, like two antennas sending out secret reports.

"What is this? Miao family's secret art, Gu worms?" Lao Huang became interested, staring up and down at Mung Bean, feeling itchy but afraid to touch such a weird thing with his hands.

"Pathfinder! What does my party's esoteric art have to do with the Miao family?" Priest Aizhen rolled her eyes at Lao Huang, and groped her way into the inner cave.

"Let's go! Take a look. Look at the rough road that the Party clan traveled in those years." Cheng Chen was also a little excited, and he dragged Alang to climb down.

The dark cave descends slightly steeply, gradually flattening and widening. The ground in the cave is wet, and the sound of gurgling water can be faintly heard.Dang Aizhen held up the lantern, and Cheng Chen and the others also turned on the large and small flashlights collected from the villagers' homes, which could increase the light somewhat.

The landform here is somewhat similar to karst terrain, and signs of dissolution can be seen everywhere on the side of the cave.Occasionally, in the middle of the cave, you will suddenly find several tall and abrupt stalagmites, and there are upside-down stone tips on the top of the mountain corresponding to them, dripping water droplets very slowly.

Walking through the open land, the front gradually narrows, and the sound of the water becomes clearer.

The author has something to say: "It should be a karst cave." Lao Huang said affirmatively, "There are dark rivers, and there are many such caves in the mountains of Zhejiang Province. After the development is completed, dig a ladder and get some colorful lights to illuminate it. A fairy cave! Just wait for the tickets to be collected!"

Cheng Chen also nodded in great agreement. Back then, he had also been to Yaolin Fairyland, Shuanglong Cave, and so on.Also put on colored lights, the tour guide can use the tongue to let the tourists develop their imaginations, what does this stone look like? That stone has a story, it is really not as beautiful as here.

Let's say, the traffic here is well done, and there is a lot to do in tourism development and farmhouse entertainment!It is not necessarily necessary to abandon the ancestors and leave their hometown.

With care in mind, and purposeful observation and exploration, it is indeed more rewarding.

Along the way, the caves are rugged and twisty, with high and wide cave roofs, and underground rivers and streams are slow. It is hell-level difficulty to escape through this kind of road. If you come here for tourism and adventure, it is really wonderful!

The road ahead gradually narrowed, and the roof of the cave began to lower, and the lowest point was almost bent over.

Cheng Chen was a little worried, and asked, "Sister Aizhen, is it okay to move forward?" If it is necessary to open a mountain and blast rocks, the development cost of this cave will be high, and the risk factor will also rise sharply.

"It's passable. In front is the burial ground of our ancestors." Ai Zhen said sadly.

Sure enough, turning around a side hole, there is a narrow valley surrounded by paper money and incense ash, which should be left when the bones were sacrificed.Going forward, there seems to be some light in the distance, and it is not far from the exit.

Drilling sideways through the narrow passage, I finally came to the other end of the Yinling Cave. The entrance of the cave is not big, and there are dozens of peach trees beside it. There is no hot spring here, and the peach blossoms are just young flower buds in twos and threes.The sunlight shines through the branches and leaves of the peach trees, dappledly.

Cheng Chen laughed loudly, with a clear mind, and read aloud: [Suddenly came across a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps across the bank, no miscellaneous trees in the middle, fresh grass, and colorful fallen flowers.Fishermen are very different.Going forward again, I want to make the forest poor. ... There is a small mouth in the mountain, as if there is light.Then she left the boat and entered from the mouth.At the beginning, you are extremely narrow, and you are able to understand people.Go back for dozens of steps, and suddenly see the light... There is a saying in this saying: "It is not enough for outsiders."]

That is "Peach Blossom Spring".

(There are a lot of poems and essays quoted in this chapter, so make up the word count here.)