This vast world is called "Mengze" by Chen.

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

Dream Ze is mysterious, such as the pile of books in front of him, it should have been collected by his friend.

Why is it collected?

Because according to Chen Cuo's speculation, these books were originally piled up in a friend's house and in the research room, and finally they were put into the small gourd, so that they could appear in Mengze and flow to his own hands.

And if you want to bring in things from the outside world, there are also tips and tricks -

Take that little gourd in.

But there are conditions and restrictions.

First of all, things must be broken, broken, at least in half, in short, no matter who broke it, what you want to put into the gourd, it can't be complete.

Secondly, the crushing time cannot exceed one hour, and once it is exceeded, it cannot be retracted.

These are complicated, but they are actually very simple-

One day, Chen Cuo was in the Hou Mansion, and when no one was around, he smashed the porcelain vase that was half a person high, and then with lightning speed, he took the gourd to the fragments, and spit out the word "receive", and all the fragments were sucked into the gourd.

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

"Gather!"

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

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

Suddenly, the outline of the bottle appeared in the white sky, as if who was holding a pen to outline the lines of the bottle, from scratch, from transparent to solid, and finally completely formed, falling down and being caught by Chen Cuo, the bottles in both hands were compared to each other, exactly the same.

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

However, at a time, there can only be one replica, beyond which it is difficult to form.

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

This kind of discovery really made Chen Cuo excited all night, but when he woke up, he calmed down again, and the reason was simple - the things that were included in Mengze could not return to the present world from Mengze, and could only be seen and touched in dreams.

That's a bit of a disappointment.

And then it is subtle and mysterious, it can only be used in dreams, and its utility will be greatly reduced, not to mention that Chen Cuo is not good at invention and creation, he can only reproduce and copy the things that appeared in ancient times in dreams, and it seems that it has little effect.

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

"If this world is really supernatural, Meng Ze has a new idea, before I collected ordinary objects, if I put in the pills, paper cranes and other mysterious things, can also be used in the same way, then the scope of application will be large, even if it is subject to some restrictions, it will be a big profit! Then now you have to quickly find some articles to spread out, gather people's attention! and then get things, so that you can experiment!"

With that in mind, he bent down and rummaged through the stacks of books.

Chen Cuo has sorted out these books, most of which are academic works, poetry and discourse, and there are no historical materials and general history, which makes him very annoyed, thinking that if there is a historian's words, it is not a strategy to fight history?

That's it, the key is that he hadn't read many academic monographs in his previous life, and he couldn't verify the authenticity of the books, so he was worried that it was his dream and conjecture, and it was not good to take it out rashly, thinking about it slowly, so the books had been shelved by him, and now they finally came in handy.

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

After turning over for a long time, Chen Cuo made a difficult choice, and had to stop and think, weigh and sort out his thoughts.

"It's only five days, the time is limited, to accumulate popularity, to put it bluntly, it's to make a wave of fans, I don't know if it's okay to make some gimmick scandals, in short, you can't take a too elegant road, after all, the song is high and low, and it can't be too unusual, no matter how open the atmosphere of the Southern Dynasty scholars, I'm a county marquis, I always have to pay attention to the impact, in case it provokes the authorities to reject it, confiscate and prohibit it, isn't it wronged?"

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

"Following these lines, the scope is basically delineated. ”

He held out three fingers.

"First, it is necessary for people to arouse the desire to watch, to have gimmicks to facilitate others to Amway, or in other words, to have something to see, preferably to like to hear;

Second, everyone can understand and understand, expand the audience, and it is not advisable to write the popular prose and battle in the Southern Dynasties, and it may attract black fans, but it is not necessarily a bad thing;

Third, it is best to have some gains after listening to it, which can arouse others to discuss and discuss, whether it is praise or slander, it can be discussed early and spread quickly;

After clarifying his thoughts, Chen Cuo's mind gradually settled down.

"Once these three points are achieved, as soon as the article comes out, it can make literati and scholars talk about one or two, and ordinary people can also be happy, and then love, pursue, or abuse, slander, and it will soon be circulated, and it will not be circulated until I die, which can be described as a commercial harvest and an artistic compromise!"

His gaze fell on a stack of books.

"That's it!"

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

"I have been in the Southern Dynasty for a month, I didn't figure out whether it was a historical channel, or a supernatural channel, but the social favor came into contact with some, the people of this dynasty, whether noble or low, all worship fame, bold, and yearn for the people who are not formal, and they are more fond of the ghosts, gods, foxes, and fairies. ”

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

"Strange Tales".

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The sun sets in the west and the moon rises.

In the bedroom of the Hou Mansion, Chen Cuo opened his eyes suddenly, followed the habitual glance at the bronze mirror, and sighed.

"This dream, after all, is in a dream, the things in it, no matter how full and rich the details, can not be taken out, to transcribe an article, to be a copyist, you can only memorize and recite in the dream repeatedly, and only when you wake up can you write! ”

Getting up and coming to the study, he sat down, found the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and polished the pen.

"In Mengze, the efficiency is too poor, in a few days I have to break a few pens, smash a few inkstones, and use a gourd to collect Mengze, yes, and then hammer a table, but fortunately, I am familiar ......with the pen in my dream."

Nanchen Gaozu Chen Ba was born in a poor family, but developed to the third and fourth generations, since the birth of the people of all ethnic groups, they have been clothed and fed, in order to decorate the façade, no matter what the level, poetry and songs are to learn a little, Chen Fangqing is naturally no exception.

Chen Cuo inherited Chen Fangqing's memory fragments, and also inherited his calligraphy attainments, not to mention how good, but compared to the previous life, it can be described as a world of difference.

After the preparation was completed, he really took out the blank paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and prepared to write it officially.

Maybe it's the relationship between the soul and the youth, this Chen Fangqing is young, his brain is good, and it doesn't take too much time to memorize, in order to be accurate enough, Chen Cuo only chose one article, and he repeatedly compared and checked for leaks.

""Painted Skin" is also a representative of Liaozhai, the popularity of the previous life is high, there seem to be a lot of movies and TV series, and the original content is also down-to-earth, about the scholar who was confused by evil ghosts, and the Taoist priest came to help, during a little twists and turns, and finally the scholar died, and was rescued by his wife, there is a flip, there is fragrant, there is justice, there is evil, there is trust, there is betrayal, the drama is real, and finally the theme is deepened, worthy of everyone's handwriting, take it out as a stepping stone, it is 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, I don't know if Mengze is a dream after all, or the recent memory is not reliable, the more he recalls, the more laborious it is, as if there is a myth in his mind, covering his thoughts, the more he goes, the more he feels heavy, and when he reaches the last few sentences, Chen Cuo is sweating profusely, and he actually has a fainting feeling of excessive use of his brain!

Vaguely, there seemed to be a faint sound in his ears, gathering and scattering, and in a trance, the thoughts in his heart became more and more inflated, desperately dizzy, and finally memorized the article in his heart in one breath.

“...... The way of heaven is good, but the foolish and confused do not understand. Sorry for the husband!"

The last sentence turned in his heart, and at this point, a chat from his previous life, stored in Mengze, finally emerged in this world through the memories of Chen Mistake, and in the form of thoughts, entrenched in his mind.

"Hoo ......"

Chen Cuo breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped his forehead, and saw that his sleeves were already soaked, but he was thinking about precipitating his thoughts, and while his memory was fresh, he picked up a pen and wanted to transcribe it on paper......

Bang!

Suddenly, thunder exploded in his ears!