"The first time, the Monkey King was born. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wu Chengen's "Journey to the West" is written in classical Chinese, and Meng Ke is a genius and it is impossible to memorize it all, and since he wants to talk about it, he has to let the old and young masters hear it clearly and understand, the treasure of Chinese literature, but it is used for learning and pretending to be used = forced, where can I get it in terms of entertainment.

Therefore, this time Meng Ke is talking about "Journey to the West" in the vernacular, as for the version, he is too lazy to delve into this issue.

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Vacant lot in the community.

At seven or eight o'clock in the middle of summer, the sun has run out of poisonous gas, and the uncles and aunts in the community have come out one after another to enjoy the cool under the shade of the trees, and some have taken their grandchildren to play on the equipment, and the whole open space is not lively.

At this time, a young man's deep voice came from the central speaker of the community, "Legend has it that a long, long time ago, the world was divided into Dongsheng Shenzhou, West Niuhe Continent, South Ganbu Continent, and North Juluzhou. ”

The young man's voice suddenly became low, "In the country of Aolai in Dongsheng Shenzhou, there is a Huaguo Mountain, and there is a fairy stone on the mountain, one day the fairy stone cracked, and an egg rolled out of the stone, and this egg turned into a stone monkey as soon as it saw the wind, and the monkey's eyes shot out a golden light, and worshiped in all directions. The monkey can walk and run, and when he is thirsty, he drinks some water from the mountain streams, and when he is hungry, he eats some of the fruits of the mountains.

Spend all day playing with the animals in the mountains, and have a great time. One day, the weather was particularly hot, and the monkeys ran to bathe in the mountain stream in order to escape the heat. When they saw the water flowing in a tumultuous way, they went along the stream to find its source. ”

A few aunts and uncles stopped the entertainment facilities in their hands and pricked up their ears to listen.

According to statistics, the 86 version of Journey to the West has been replayed 3,000 times before and after it was made into a TV series, and the Monkey King played by Liuxiaolingtong can be said to be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

None of that matters, though.

The important thing is that "Journey to the West" itself is a very fascinating story!

As long as you add a little emotion to read it, it's a very good story, not to mention the colorful voice that Meng Ke still reads aloud...... Well, in fact, this is what he thinks, after all, he is not a graduate of the broadcasting department, even if he has read a few books related to broadcasting, but in terms of strength, he is definitely not even a second knife.

As the plot progressed, the sound around the open space in the community was surrounded by three or four circles of people of all ages in the community.

Although everyone is willing to come out in the evening of July and August on weekdays, and the open space is also everyone's favorite place for activities, it will never be like now, the benches around the central speaker are full of people, but the rest of the place is crowded.

In the stereo, Meng Ke continued to speak emotionally, "One day, after the patriarch's sermon, he asked Wukong what skills he wanted to learn. Sun Wukong no matter what the patriarch said, pray to God and worship Buddha, meditate and practice, as long as he heard that he could not live forever, he was unwilling to learn, Bodhi Patriarch was very angry about this, the patriarch jumped down from the high platform, pointed at Sun Wukong with a ring ruler in his hand and said. ”

Meng Ke's voice became stern, "You monkey, you don't learn this, you don't learn that, what do you want to learn?" The voice softened again, "After saying that, he walked over and hit Goku on the head three times, and walked back to the room with his hands behind his back. ”

After a short pause, the uncles and aunts couldn't bear it anymore.

"Gee, what the hell is going on? Could it be that Sun Wukong Bodhisattva drove it away. ”

"This Monkey King, the Bodhisattva is willing to teach him that he still doesn't learn, this time it will annoy the Bodhisattva."

"Xiao Ke is also exact, why don't you talk about it here?"

"It can't be that the equipment is broken, our equipment is a little old."

The uncles and aunts were chattering non-stop, in the broadcast studio, Meng Ke looked at his watch, there were still ten minutes before he got off work, even if he hadn't learned broadcasting, but he also knew that this kind of storytelling was the most important thing to leave suspense.

In the past, Meng Ke may have a sense of overtime, but now Meng Ke, he is not happy to give him money to work overtime.

Returning to his usual voice, Meng Ke concluded with a microphone, "I know what will happen next, please listen to the next breakdown, I am Meng Ke, I am very happy to broadcast for you, and at the same time tomorrow, I will continue to tell you about "Journey to the West". ”

"That's it?"

"There's no going to talk about it today."

"Xiao Ke, this kid is really, why did he stop talking about this, this is not deliberately seducing people's hearts."

As soon as Meng Ke's closing remarks came from the stereo, the uncles and aunts were not happy, shaking the fan in their hands, and the crowd dispersed in twos and threes, with unfinished looks on their faces.

Here, Meng Ke turned off all the broadcasting equipment, and after a cursory inspection, he was about to close the door and get off work, when he saw Uncle Niu walking over with his three-year-old granddaughter, "Xiao Ke, this is preparing to get off work." ”

"Yes, Uncle Niu, you just came back?" Meng Ke greeted warmly.

Meng Ke grew up with his grandparents in his previous life, so he was very kind to the elderly.

"Journey to the West, Wukong."

The little granddaughter held by Uncle Niu was babbling and urging, her little face was full of eagerness, and her little hands and feet kept pointing ahead, but there was no specific goal.

"Hehe," Uncle Niu hugged his little granddaughter upward, pointed at Meng Ke and said, "Niuniu, this is the brother who tells the story." ”

Niuniu's face was dazed, and her mouth babbled, "Wukong, Wukong." ”

"This kid is so cute." Meng Ke teased Niuniu, "Uncle Niu, what is the matter with you coming to me?" ”

"It's not Niuniu yet, after listening to your Journey to the West this afternoon, I shouted all the way to listen to it," Uncle Niu doted and patted Niuniu in his arms, "I can't help it, now I have this point, I don't rush to buy it, why don't you lend me your storybook to this child first, and I'll return it to you tomorrow." ”

"This ......"

"Don't worry, I'll let her dad buy it tomorrow, so as not to delay your business." Uncle Niu was afraid that Meng Ke would not borrow it, so he hurriedly packed the ticket.

Meng Ke scratched his head, "Uncle Niu, it's not that I don't borrow it, it's that I made up this story myself, and I haven't written it yet, so there is no storybook at all." ”

"You made it up?"

Uncle Niu has really become a cow's big eyes, and his eyes are bigger than copper bells.

This is not to blame Uncle Niu for being too shocked, but Meng Ke knows very well that the original owner does not have the strength at all, saying that he is writing a book, but in fact, he has not earned a dime, and he is purely hitting the street.

Although the current Huaxia has very strict requirements for literature, to a certain extent, only the writing is slightly passable, and it is still very possible to mix it up, but the original owner has not even received a contract, and the living expenses are only 500 yuan per month, which can be imagined how miserable.

After sending Uncle Niu away, Meng Ke returned home, turned on the computer as soon as possible, and clicked to the background page to view the data.

Hits: 500.

Recommendation: 200.

Collection: 100.

Seeing this data, Meng Ke's eyes lit up.

Five hundred clicks, one hundred collections, that is to say, for every five people who click into this book, one person will be willing to collect this book, and Meng Ke has already achieved such good results in just three chapters.

Although "Purple River" is a work of the previous life, from this point of view, it is also very promising in this world.

After closing the backstage, Meng Ke opened the page, and the book review area was also full of praise.

"Great, I've never seen such a beautiful book."

"It's really another fantasy I've seen, support."

"Faster, faster, more!"

"Praise the festival, shoot the case, this reward is not enough to express my meaning! Mo on the strings rewarded 50,000 Huaxia coins"

"Praise the festival, shoot the case, this reward is not enough to express my meaning! Angrily, Xiao Duoduo rewarded 50,000 Huaxia coins. ”

"Hehe, at this rate, it won't take 20,000 or 30,000 words to sign a contract, and when the time comes, buddy will be at the peak of his life." Meng Ke held the mouse in one hand and scratched his itchy knee in the other.

Scratch and scratch.

Scratch and scratch.

Suddenly, Meng Ke was stunned, his face turned pale, and his whole body froze in a wheelchair.

Itchy knees?

Since the rupture of the original ligament was not treated in time, his legs have lost sensation, and it is impossible for his knees to feel any itching, but now, he can clearly feel the itch.

Nerves precede thinking, and before Meng Ke could come up with anything, the thumbs of his feet suddenly jumped, which was a purely unconscious reaction, but it could make Meng Ke feel it clearly.

"Damn! Lao Tzu is going to send it! ”