I can summon history meow

Chapter 130
"The Poetry Conference is a star-studded program, and then you can promote your Yi'an body well!"

In the study, Chen Xingru, a business tycoon who was negotiating, crossed his legs in the room of Qingzhaomiao' Poetry Club, explaining the importance and necessity of the matter to Qingzhaomiao.

Qingzhaomiao's eyes glowed, and just looking at it gave off a pitiful and pitiful sense of sight.

But after getting along for a long time, Chen Xing naturally knew that this was Qingzhaomiao's protective disguise, and Qingzhaomiao itself was not a delicate and graceful temperament.

Her behavior just proved that she was thinking about something deeper, and Chen Xing didn't know exactly what it was.

After pondering for a moment, Qingzhao nodded: "Okay."

Although I don't know what Qingzhaomiao is thinking about, but all in all, it's a good thing to agree.

10 yuan is stable!
Chen Xing walked out of Qingzhaomiao's room comfortably.

At present, Qingzhao Miao can be said to be the biggest cat winner. After all, she is the only writer in Tang and Song Dynasties, so she also occupies an entire room. The situation in the Daming criminal room is much better.

After coming out of the 'Poetry Society', Chen Xing hummed a ditty, leisurely and leisurely, while Jing Longmiao carefully watched Chen Xing, wanting Chen Xing to order him a takeaway, but in the end he hesitated to speak. Say something.

Brothers Qubingmiao and Huo Guangmiao don't know what to do together now, Yuanzhangmiao is still sitting in front of the TV as usual... But there is a difference, this time he didn't go to watch any TV.

That's right, after all, Yuan Zhang has been watching TV for a month without sleep, and he will always get tired of it.

"What's wrong?" Chen Xing stepped forward and asked, "Aren't there any good TV shows?"

"No, just now I was depressed by a TV series about my Ming Dynasty."

Yuan Zhang squatted on the sofa and sighed: "How should I put it... If the screenwriter and director were in Daming, he would have been beheaded."

There is no problem with artistic adaptation, but you have to adapt positively and make up something that the audience likes to hear and see. How can you discredit historical figures in the form of "artistic adaptation"?
That's all I can say.

Chen Xing couldn't change anything. After all, he was not an investor, so he couldn't affect the occurrence of this kind of situation. He could only touch Yuan Zhang's meow, and then said: "Then let's stop watching today, go with me Sit on the first floor and chat with your civil and military cats?"

"Okay, that's fine too."

Yuanzhang thought for a while, nodded and replied: "It makes us all depressed, it's okay to go downstairs and have a look."

Yuanzhang Miao didn't have any particular idea, he could only say go downstairs to relax, he hadn't gone downstairs for a long time.

So Chen Xing picked up Yuan Zhangmiao, walked downstairs, returned to the first floor, and began to wait for the guests to come.

Yuanzhang Meow jumped to the door. The weather is fine and sunny today.

The pouring sun shone on Yuanzhang's body, making Yuanzhang feel very comfortable.

He used to like basking in the sun, and he does the same now.

"Ding dong..."

The wind chimes rang softly, perhaps because today is the weekend, or perhaps because of other reasons, the customers in the store gradually became lively, and nearby college students came to the store in groups of three or four, scanning the QR code to pay money cat.

Chen Xing sat at the front desk and watched the students pay the money. He was very satisfied. He felt that this cat cafe was actually not bad.

Originally, I wanted to raise these civil and military cats, but now I find a group of students to pay for them. Oh, it really kills two birds with one stone.

Ordinary cat cafes do not have so many cats at home.

Because of the increasing number of guests, Yuanzhang Miao didn't continue to bask in the sun at the door, but came to Chen Xing's side. Seeing that Chen Xing had opened the mobile phone holder to watch variety shows, he couldn't help being a little interested: "What is this?"

"Entertainment variety show." Chen Xing replied casually.

Yuanzhang asked suspiciously: "We know about variety shows, but after watching them for a long time, we didn't understand what variety shows are, and there is no plot. It seems that we are just chatting with a group of people?"

"It's about the same. Some people like variety shows and some like TV dramas. This is a normal thing." Chen Xing nodded, then looked at the college students in the cat cafe, and whispered to Yuan Zhang.

After all, you can't let people see the scene where you talk to the cat.

It is easy to be regarded as a neuropathy.

Yuanzhang nodded, and then asked curiously: "These... college students? Shouldn't they enrich their knowledge in their free time? After all, the pressure on students today is much greater than in ancient times. The road to study is hard, how can they Come here to pet cats when you have time? Even if you are looking for flowers and willows, you should go to the land of Fengyue."

There is no place of love and moon now, don't be led astray by Zhang's three cats who are outlaws!

"College life is actually the most relaxing moment in a student's life."

Chen Xing shook his head, and said with a smile: "The peak of knowledge reserve is in high school. High school students are students who are more in line with your perception, and college students... Sorry, they used to be able to answer 80% of the world's problems. The vast majority of college students today, including me, are just a big learning machine for young people with no emotions."

"However, if you can give them credits, internship certificates, and volunteer hours, then they will also return to the level of high school and work hard for these three things."

What Chen Xing said was too general, Yuan Zhangmiao could only nod his head and understand part of the content.

Then Chen Xing opened the previous "Poetry Conference", intending to watch the previous programs and prepare in advance so as not to be ashamed when he goes on stage and doesn't understand anything.

And Yuanzhang Miao was also well-behaved in Chen Xing's arms, watching the small mobile phone screen with Chen Xing, watching the wonderful performance of those "other people's children" inside.

Time passed by gradually, and before he knew it, it was already sunset, the gray setting sun shone on the door of the store, and almost all the customers had left, but at this moment, Chen Xing suddenly found a man in white exercise uniform appeared at the door. old man.

The old man's eyes were covered with a layer of white cloud, his eye muscles were slack, and his skin was wrinkled like pine bark. The old man looked energetic and energetic, and he didn't feel like someone of such an old age.

Ok?
Chen Xing's expression was stern, and his eyes were fixed on the old man: the appearance of this old man was so abrupt that Chen Xing felt something was wrong.

But when I looked carefully, I couldn't see any evil spirit, so I was a little puzzled.

"Is it a ghost?" Chen Xing whispered to Yuan Zhang.

Yuan Zhang yawned: "There is no ghost, you should be able to see it."

Chen Xing nodded. He really didn't see any evil spirit from this old man, but it just felt very abrupt and sudden.

"Goodbye, boss."

At this moment, the last few guests glanced at the time, said goodbye to Chen Xing, and walked out of the gate.

It happened to pass through the old man, making Chen Xing's eyes widen immediately, and Yuan Zhangmiao was also a little astonished, staring at the old man carefully.

The old man smiled, and suddenly found that Chen Xing seemed to be looking at him, he was a little surprised, then walked in in amazement, and said to Chen Xing: "Young man, can you see me?"

The old man's voice was mixed with a strong local accent. Chen Xing couldn't tell what the accent was, but he could understand the old man's words.

"Of course I can see you, sir."

Chen Xing nodded, looked at the old man, and continued, "I don't know who the old man is?"

In fact, Chen Xing wanted to ask the old man whether he was dead or not, but he felt that it might not be good to be so direct, so he changed the term.

"I don't even know who I am."

The old man shook his head, and there was still some puzzlement in his voice: "Anyway, after I died, it seemed that I fell asleep, and when I woke up again, I was in the Temple of the City God, and no one in the crowd could see me. It was quite boring. It's boring, I thought I was a ghost, but when I wandered around the city every day, I always saw those ghosts... I don't know why, those ghosts seem to be very afraid of me, but there are also some who are not afraid of me, but want to kill me. "

Hearing the old man's words, Chen Xing couldn't help being a little surprised, but then Yuan Zhangmiao suddenly realized.

"Is it ghosts and gods and city gods? No, it doesn't quite look like it."

After finishing speaking, Yuan Zhangmiao denied his statement with great uncertainty.

Chenghuang, the god of guarding the city in Taoism.The belief in the City God rose during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and evolved into a ghost and god responsible for the affairs of the underworld in this area during the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

To put it bluntly, the City God is the patron saint of an area!
According to what Yuanzhangmiao said before, these gods have not appeared for a long time. In Yuanzhangmiao's era, the land and the city gods have basically become fiction, a kind of empty belief of the people themselves.

Chen Xing couldn't help looking at the old man, and was about to say something, but found that the old man suddenly said: "It's time, but it's a pity that I was delayed for too long in other places, it's too far here, I'm a little uncomfortable, I can't talk to you more A few words, meeting is fate, if you have anything to do, you can find me in the temple in Pailin District, and I will have a chat with you when the time comes."

After all, the figure of the old man began to appear unreal, and gradually disappeared in front of Maoca.

This scene made Chen Xing a little surprised. After his eyes were blue, he realized that the old man had escaped into the ground at more than twice the speed.

"This……"

Chen Xing looked at Yuan Zhang, and Yuan Zhang couldn't help sighing: "Your era has undergone some remarkable changes."

"This person doesn't look like a city god. He said it's not a city god. It's a bit wrong...it belongs to ghosts and gods, but compared with real ghosts and gods, it's a lot worse...how about you go to that by yourself in a few days? Find him in Perrin District and have a detailed chat with him."

After finishing speaking, Yuanzhang yawned, and then said: "Tonight is your combat training...Let's go, don't stand still."

What happened just now seemed nothing to Yuan Zhangmiao, but to Chen Xing, he was a little surprised.

Palin District... is not in High Seas.

It is one of the urban areas of Yeling, about [-] kilometers away from Gaohai City.

The old man wandered from Yeling to Gaohai?

Evil door!

　Pave the way for a worldview.

　　The priesthood is also recovering.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)