The days of being a writer in a different world

July [-]th, the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Because of the nature of this spiritual book, Cheng Chen always felt that he was reading Huangwen in broad daylight and in a large audience. This is very guilty!So the time was set at seven o'clock in the evening.

On the way to the Huanglong Pavilion, the lights are just coming on, and the pedestrians on the road are in a hurry, as if they don't want to stay outside. In the night, you can see faint little red spots on the curb from time to time.

"What's that?" Cheng Chen didn't see clearly, and asked strangely.

"Incense sticks?" Lao Jiang also looked at the young master strangely. At the Mid-Yuan Festival, incense sticks are used to worship Yin spirits and ancestors, so that Yin spirits will not be obsessed and the ancestors will have grievances. This is common sense, right?Especially this one was born in the Sanyin Yue clan.

Incense!Cheng Chen finally found out the customs of flower growers from the corners of his memory—Hungry Ghost Festival, the gate of hell is open!

Damn!He felt dizzy for a while, why did he choose such a good day? !

However, there are no "ghosts" in the traditional sense of flower planters in this world. Here, people die and spirits are scattered, and they will only re-enter the natural world. There is no theory of reincarnation. There is no such unscientific thing as "ghost"!

Well, the arrow is on the string, we can't just cancel the Spiritual Fusion just because the time is not auspicious, can we?I heard that the state has also sealed off the Huanglong Pavilion under martial law. Things seem to be getting a little crazy, and now I can only bite the bullet.Fortunately, this time is a gathering of experts from the Yue family to collect Yin spirits. He himself has the Great Compassion Curse to defend himself, and A Lang is an effective patron saint. Nothing big will happen... Should it?

The outside of the Huanglong Pavilion has been tightly sealed, cordoned off, and a sign saying "Dangerous house under renovation" was hung. Yaoran.

Cheng Chen couldn't laugh or cry, his hairs stood on end, and he recited the Great Compassion Mantra in his heart, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, today if a stranger gathers to listen to the X article, good brothers from the underground should not come to join him.

Yue Changan was already waiting outside the door. When he saw Cheng Chen coming, he stepped forward to greet him, muttered for a while, and finally lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Master An, Cheng Ding of the Yue family is already waiting inside, please."

Cheng Chen glanced at him quietly, but smiled slightly, and said, "Please."

Today is no longer the same as in the past, the people who bowed their heads to look at him back then have bowed their heads and whispered in front of him.

The Yellow Dragon Pavilion is the center of the Yellow Dragon Square. It consists of two main buildings and three podium buildings. The rich and powerful Shannanyue wants to use it. Naturally, the whole venue is reserved. Except for a few circles of armed police, the inside is full of people from the Yue clan.

There are not many Yue clan Chengding who are eligible to enter the main hall, only 130 people, and the rest of the military followers are more than 200 people, and the main hall is tightly surrounded.

Curiosity, contempt, envy, surprise, jealousy, admiration... Under the gaze of all kinds of weird eyes, Cheng Chen walked in with his exclusive spiritual master without looking aside.

The main hall is arranged as a circular seat similar to a lecture, with the speaker in the middle, and the fan-shaped audience seats are arranged five meters away from the main seat. There are more than a dozen rows, and these seats are already full of people.

Yue Jun was sitting directly opposite to the speaker.

Cheng Chen watched A Lang boldly step up to the podium, and then quietly sat beside Yue Jun.

"Here we come." Yue Jun didn't look sideways.

"Yes." Cheng Chen sat down firmly, and did not look at Yue Yan who was fidgeting next to him.

Seeing Cheng Lang on the stage dignified and doing preparations, Yue Jun asked in a low voice, "Why did you choose today?"

"If I say, there is no special meaning, but I just forgot the Ghost Festival, do you believe it or not?" Cheng Chen laughed dryly.

Yue Jun glanced at him coolly, and said in a low voice, "Do you believe it yourself?"

This child still cares about the clan elder's "ghost species", and the ghost breeds during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Heh, success or failure, these children can be called the so-called "ghost species".Master Zhen Guo wants to mess around, and everyone can only play with him. As for the Ghost Festival, hmph, there are many people from the Sanyin Yue clan here, not to mention it is just a festival for sacrifices and commemorations. point.

"Dang!" The clear sound of knocking the chime sounded, and the Fuling officially started, and the lights dimmed.

Cheng Chen quietly glanced around. Except for the "author" himself who is underage, the rest are all young and middle-aged people from the Yue family. meeting is about to start.

In terms of nature, there was nothing wrong with it, but thinking of what Cheng Lang wanted to say, Cheng Chen quietly closed his eyes, and his face was already burning, oh my god!so awkward.

Cheng Lang on the stage has already started to recite an appetizer in a serious manner - Biography of King Jing of Zhongshan.

Although the spirituality of this book is complete, it is possible that Prince Liu's deeds are not widely spread, and the biographies are a little dry. The level of the spiritual book is not very high, barely reaching the state level, and the words are full of spirituality. It is impossible to have a head spirit up.Cheng Chen also only hoped that the book would have some fertility benefits, but he didn't expect much.

The audience in the audience looked solemn and listened carefully to Cheng's recitation. The faint spiritual light, flickering, began to flicker in the dark room, and gradually fell, sprinkled on everyone's body.Whispered whispers sounded one after another, probably many people received these spiritual messages.

Several points of light blue spirituality slowly drifted past, quietly landed on Yue Jun's shoulders, and disappeared.

Cheng Chen watched the cheap uncle's body stiffen, and chuckled lightly: "Congratulations, this fertile spirituality is in my arms, Mr. Yue has worked hard, maybe someday he will be able to hold a few babies."

After Cheng finished reciting the short biography on the stage, he paused for a moment, put down the spiritual book, picked up another thick book, and read aloud:

[Hongshu rolls up the window screen, half dragging her sleeves when she sleeps.Why do you want to sleep leisurely, and it’s not yet Rigao...]

The movement of this book is quite different from the one just now. As soon as Alang’s magnetic voice started to read, the pale pink aura floated on the book, and a charming sweet fragrance wafted from the book. The pink spirituality The shimmering light flickered like smoke and mist, slowly drifting away.

The sweet and greasy female voice was panting, with resentment and joy, moaning at times, panting at times, as if her body tensed up, wanting to die.The half-covered beauties leaned out of the book one after another, with pink arms and tender shoulders, and radiant flesh. For a moment, the room was full of fragrance and spring.

The men's breaths came and went quickly and heavily, but no one else made a sound.

Cheng Lang's voice seemed to come from the distant sky, whispering softly, but it seemed to be whispering softly in the ear, which made people's bones almost crumble.

Cheng Chen found that his prediction was wrong. At this time, no one would notice what A Lang was reading. Under the dim light, all the men were panting heavily, sweating profusely, with blue veins on their foreheads, trying desperately to fight with themselves. desire to counterbalance.

The enchanting Wenlings sang and danced around the men, but the master without hair was not very popular with these female Wenlings. They kissed Cheng Chen softly and laughed, and ran to pester the strong man with a giggle. them.

According to incomplete observations, the stronger and stronger, the more popular the female spirits are. Cough, for example, Yue Chang'an, surrounded by three female spirits, made this Kong Wu's powerful Yue clan's warrior face blush To spurt blood.The cheap uncle next door to Cheng Chen didn't look very strong, but he was quite popular. The half-naked female spirits, one on the left and the other on the right, were about to slip into his arms.

Yue Jun closed his eyes tightly and sat as firm as a rock. If it wasn't for his slightly trembling hands and his bulging unspeakable face that betrayed him, Cheng Chen really thought he was an immovable hypocrite and real father-in-law.

Yue's tutor is good!Looking at the room full of strong men who were about to squirt blood, Master An expressed his heartfelt emotion and sympathy, oops!For the sake of the prosperity of the Yue clan, please be patient.

The "News Network" on the stage has been recited to the senior officials of Ximen and the woman, you and me, and the panchang war is fierce.I could only hear a loud laugh, the evil and coquettish official Ximen's clothes were disheveled, he wore a corrugated hat with a new tassel, his eyebrows slanted into his temples, his lips were black and purple, he got up from the book, looked at the scenery in the room and smiled happily Lean forward and lean back.He didn't move forward, he looked up at the spiritual master who was reciting solemnly, spat, and even rushed forward.

Cheng Chen was startled, before he could react, a green wolf shadow flashed by, and Xiaolu had already swallowed the senior official Ximen in one gulp.He hiccupped silently, curled his mouth wide, as if smiling at the master, the green wolf disappeared as soon as he saw it, and returned to the spiritual master's body.

Cheng Lang acted as if nothing happened, still reading the little yellow book in a deep voice.

Cheng Chen held his chin, opened his mouth with staring eyes, and cursed resentfully: Waste!

In a room full of yingyingyanyan, with obscene voices and waves, the image constructed by Wenling even has sound. If it weren't for the spiritual writing created by himself, seeing A Lang reading on the stage, Cheng Chen almost thought he was in the wrong body. The interstellar age looks at four-dimensional three-dimensional.This phantom is too real. Although the pavilions, towers and pavilions of the Ming Dynasty, wine shops and tiles, although everyone is listening to books in the Huanglong Pavilion, it seems that time and space are disordered, sitting among the ancient pavilions, surrounded by beauty.

Ho!With a roar, finally a man couldn't bear it any longer, and rushed forward, with a heavy "plop", he passed through the female spirit and fell headfirst to the ground, fell on a big horse, with all four hooves up, his limbs trembling, hey hey huh pain .

Cheng Chen really didn't want to laugh, he was so suffocated that he couldn't stop puffing like a leaking ball.

"Just kidding, the younger generation still needs to temper their toughness and endurance." Yue Jun said "lightly" with blue veins on his forehead, sweat profusely, and bared teeth, "Master An really deserves his reputation. , it should be handed down to the world."

Yue Yan on the other side was also surrounded by a few female spirits, probably because there were a lot of waves on weekdays, he was quite at ease, anyway, he could see, hear, smell and touch, it was just a real show.Hearing that the boss said that this article can be handed down to the world, he silently turned his head and glanced at Cheng Chen, who even gave him a stingy look.The older and third wilted.

"Plop! Plop!" sounded endlessly in the charming fragrance, and more and more young people from the Yue family fell to the ground, humming and chirping with red faces.There were also a few who were not strong enough, took off their shirts and lay down on the ground pretending to be dead dogs, covering their embarrassment under their bodies, wheezing and wheezing.

I don't know when, the room is getting colder and colder, the men's chests are hot, their foreheads are dizzy, but goose bumps appear on their bodies.

Cheng Chen blinked, and touched his cold arm suspiciously.