one person is right

Chapter 6 Meng Ze You Xin, Wen Si Ru Lei

This vast world was mistakenly called "Mengze" by Chen.

Since he got the gourd, every time he fell asleep, he would come here.

Mengze is mysterious, as the pile of books in front of him should have been collected by his friend.

Why is it called collection?

Because according to Chen Cuo's speculation, these books were originally piled up in friends' homes and in the research room, and finally they were collected into the small gourd, so that they could appear in the dream and transfer to their own hands.

And if you want to take in external things, there are also skills and tricks——

Take it in with that little gourd.

But there are conditions and limitations.

First of all, things must be smashed, broken, at least into two halves. In short, no matter who smashes and wants to put in the gourd, it cannot be complete.

Secondly, the shattering time cannot exceed one hour, and once it exceeds, it cannot be closed.

These are complicated to say, but they are actually very simple-

One day, Chen Cuo was in the Hou’s mansion, and while no one was there, he smashed a half-person-high porcelain vase, and then, with lightning speed, he held the gourd against the fragments and spat out a “receive”. Word, all the fragments were sucked into the gourd.

Once you enter the gourd, you can find it in Mengze.

"Gather!"

After he spit out a word at the fragments, the fragments quickly gathered, assembled and combined, and in a blink of an eye, they became a complete bottle and fell into Chen Cuo's hands.

He stroked the bottle and said again, "One more!"

Immediately, the outline of the bottle appeared in the white sky, as if someone was holding a pen to outline the lines of the bottle, from scratch, from transparent to solid, and finally completely formed, fell down and was caught by Chen Cuo, and the bottles in both hands were compared. Get up, exactly the same.

This is another characteristic of Mengze-everything that is received here, as long as Chen makes a mistake, not only can it be restored to its integrity, but it can also be copied into an identical one!

However, at the same time, there can only be one replica, and if it exceeds this number, it will be difficult to form.

Although the dream is false, the things that appear here are no different from the real things.

This discovery really made Chen Cuo excited all night, but when he woke up, he calmed down again. The reason is simple - the things that were put into Mengze cannot be returned to the world from Mengze, and can only be seen in dreams. , touch it.

This is a bit disappointing.

In addition to the subtle and mysterious, it can only be used in dreams, and its utility is greatly reduced. Moreover, Chen Cuo is not good at invention and creation. He can only reproduce and copy things that appeared in ancient times in dreams, which seems to be of little effect.

But if it is finally confirmed that Chen Cuo is not on the historical plane, the situation will be different.

"If the supernatural powers in this world are really manifested, Mengze will have a new way of thinking. I used to collect ordinary objects. If I collect mysterious objects such as pill pills and paper cranes, I can still use them in the same way. The scope of application is large, and even if there are some restrictions, it will still make a lot of money! Now you have to quickly find some articles to spread and gather people! Then get something, and experiment!"

Thinking like this, he bent down and rummaged through the stack of books.

Chen Cuo once sorted out these books, most of which are academic works, poems and texts, without historical materials and general history, which made him very annoyed.It's bound to be a no-brainer!

That's all, the point is, he hasn't read many academic monographs in his previous life, and he can't verify the authenticity of the book by comparison. , now finally comes in handy.

"This one is good, this one is fine..."

After turning around for a long time, Chen Cuo suffered from difficulty in choosing, and had to stop to think, weigh, and sort out his thoughts.

"There are only five days, and the time is limited. To gain popularity, to put it bluntly, it is to make waves of fans. I don't know if it's okay to make some gimmicks and scandals. How open the atmosphere of the nobility is, I, a county lord, always pay attention to the influence, if it arouses the rejection of the authorities and prohibits the seizure, wouldn’t it be unfair?”

Thinking about it, Chen Cuo turned his eyes and looked at one place.

"According to these ideas, the scope is basically delineated."

He stretched out three fingers.

"First, it is necessary for people to arouse the desire to watch, there must be gimmicks, so as to facilitate the convenience of others, or, in other words, there must be something to watch, preferably one who likes to hear about it;

Second, everyone can understand and understand, and expand the audience. The popular parallel prose and confrontation in the Southern Dynasties are not advisable. If you don’t write parallel prose, it may attract black fans, but it is not necessarily a bad thing;

Third, after listening to it, it is best to gain something, to arouse others to discuss and discuss, whether it is praise or slander, you can start the topic early and speed up the spread;"

After clarifying his thoughts, Chen Cuo gradually calmed down.

"Once these three points are achieved, once the article is published, it can make literati and scholars talk about one or two things, and ordinary people can also be happy, and then love, pursue, or abuse and slander, and it will soon spread, and I will not appear. It only spreads after death, it can be said that the commercial harvest is a compromise, and the art is compromised!"

His eyes fell on a stack of books.

"That's it!"

Chen Cuo walked over, picked up a book, read it carefully, and nodded.

"It's been a month since I came to the Southern Dynasty, and I haven't gone out much, but I've come into contact with people in society a little bit. The people of this dynasty, no matter how high or low, respect fame and boldness. Ledao, now it seems that these praises are likely to be based on the background of the times, so I can't tell, so I follow the local customs, join some associations, and find a short story."

He closed the cover and carefully looked at the four words on the cover——

"Strange Tales from a Liaozhai".

"But I only need one article, otherwise, how will it spread in five days? It's hard to explain, how can I write it..."

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The sun sets and the moon rises.

In the dormitory of the Hou residence, Chen Cuo suddenly opened his eyes, followed by habitually glanced at the bronze mirror, and sighed.

"This dream, after all, is in a dream. No matter how full and rich the details are, it cannot be taken out. To transcribe an article, to be a copywriter, you can only remember and recite it repeatedly in the dream, and then wake up. Come over to write! It’s just reciting and dictating the full text.”

When he got up and went to the study, he sat down, found the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and polished it.

"Dry back in Mengze, the efficiency is really bad. In a few days, I have to break a few pens, smash a few inkstones, and put them in Mengze with a gourd. Yes, and hammer a table, it's good in my dream. Just run the pen and get acquainted with…”

Chen Baxian, the great ancestor of Nanchen, was born in a poor family, but it has developed into the third and fourth generations. Since birth, people of all ethnic groups have been dressed in fine clothes and jade. In order to decorate the facade, no matter what the level is, you need to learn a little bit of poetry and songs. , Chen Fangqing is no exception.

Chen Cuo inherited Chen Fangqing's memory fragments, and also inherited his calligraphy skills. Not to mention how good it is, but it is a world of difference from his previous life. After brushing and practicing calligraphy, he gradually found the feeling.

When the preparations were completed, he actually took out the white paper, pressed it with the paperweight, and prepared to write officially.

Perhaps it is the relationship between the soul-piercing youth. Chen Fangqing is young and has a good brain. It did not take too much time to memorize.

"The "Painted Skin" is also a representative of Liaozhai. It was well-known in the previous life. There seem to be a lot of movies and TV series. The original content is also down-to-earth. In the end, the scholar died and was rescued by his wife. There were reversals, beauty, justice, evil, trust, and betrayal. The drama was real, and finally deepened the theme. Perfect! Perfect!"

Thinking about it, he took a deep breath, eliminated distractions, and recalled the content of the article——

"Taiyuan Wang Sheng, go early, meet a girl..."

He recalled slowly, not knowing that Mengze was a dream after all, or that his recent memory was not reliable. The feeling was heavy, and in the last few sentences, Chen Cuo was sweating profusely, and he felt a bit of a faint feeling of overuse!

Indistinctly, there seemed to be vague sounds in his ears, and the gathering and dispersing were uncertain. In a trance, the thoughts in his mind became more and more inflated, and he struggled with dizziness. He finally recited the article silently in his mind.

"...The way of heaven is good, but those who are foolish and obsessed do not understand their ears. It's sad!"

The last sentence crossed his mind. At this point, the Liaozhai article from the previous life was stored in Mengze, and through Chen Cuo's memories, it finally appeared in this world, and it was entrenched in his mind in the form of thoughts.

"call……"

Chen Cuo breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his forehead, and at first glance, his sleeves were already soaked, but he was thinking about precipitating his thoughts. Taking advantage of the freshness of his memory, he picked up a pen and wanted to transcribe it on paper...

Boom!

Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion in his ear!

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