Music is a wonderful thing, as if it existed a long time ago, and it is a mystical beauty that even the gods are fascinated by. Music has the power to convey all things and form a resonance between people or things. What is natural is the highest state of music, not decorated.

Since Chen Yufeng has seen how amazing Hua Xiangrong's popularity is, it is not surprising to see the stadium full of enthusiastic fans. As a rising star in the entertainment industry, it is reasonable for Hua Xiangrong to have such a high popularity.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to put on makeup because time is precious, so I'll miss it first. Hua Xiangrong said apologetically to Chen Yufeng and the others.

"It's okay, you go, we'll keep an eye on you in the background. Chen Yufeng waved his hand and said.

After Hua Xiangrong left, Yan Wuxian walked towards Chen Yufeng.

"It's only been a short time, and you have become the underworld overlord of Shanghai, which really makes me admire. Yan Wuxian exclaimed.

"Overlord, sort of, but I'm not the strongest yet. Chen Yufeng muttered, which made Yan Wuxian a little puzzled.

……

In a building, Xue Gui found the lone sword lying in a pool of blood. The criss-crossing scars on his body made Xue Gui's heart feel as if a wound had been torn open, and the pain was bloody and painful to the bone marrow.

"Lone Sword, are you okay, don't scare me!" Xue Gui held Lone Sword in his arms and said urgently, at this time, Lone Sword was still holding Rendao Zhanlu tightly in his hand, and Xue Gui couldn't break it no matter how hard he tried.

"I ...... I will never, let it go...... Let you go...... Lone Sword's weak voice was like a dream, and the murderous aura in his tone had not yet dissipated.

"Good brother, the master of the door will definitely avenge you!" Xue Gui's eyes were already surrounded by tears, and he was also a general of the Imperial Heavenly Gate, although he usually didn't talk much, but the tacit understanding between them was very good, and after this period of getting along, they all adhered to a creed in their hearts:

"Those who insult the Heavenly Gate and injure the Heavenly Gate will die!"

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. Although Lone Sword is not a real swordsman, ruthless and unrighteous, he uses this heroic way to interpret what he lacks most as a swordsman.

When he received Xue Gui's call, Chen Yufeng was drinking coffee. "Bang!" The poor cup was pinched into nirvana powder by Chen Yufeng, and his eyes, which were originally quite calm, had already been burned by a flame at this moment.

"We'll start here, Luo Long!"

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Originally, the night was lonely and the most sentimental, but in this stadium, there is only joy and madness. On the stage surrounded by lights, Hua Xiangrong appeared in an extremely fairytale way, which was like a spark, completely igniting the flame of enthusiasm in the hearts of the audience. A spark can start a prairie fire, and at this time, the light of the fire has already illuminated the night like day.

In the background, Chen Yufeng looked at this scene and couldn't help but sigh: "This is the charm of personality, if there is anyone in this world who has the qualifications to conquer the world, you are undoubtedly the most potential, use music to conquer the world!"

Hua Xiangrong's title song is an album called "Tian Lai", as the name suggests, the moment Hua Xiangrong opens her voice, everyone seems to be brought into a new realm, which seems to be shrouded in divine light, and the essence of the sun and moon is in it. "This song should only be in the sky, and it is rare to hear it in the world. "It's an exaggeration, but it's not too much.

"This is a dark orchid, a dark orchid in the hollow valley. This pure, unrendered. There is no need to boast of the empty valley orchid, and there is no need to say that the blue water and clear lotus. Chen Yufeng couldn't help but admire the appeal of Hua Xiangrong, this kind of natural sound is already rare in this pompous society.

This also reminds Chen Yufeng of a sentence from Bill Porter in "The Hollow Valley": "For people in the city, who are surrounded by the rolling red dust and face countless desires every day, if they can maintain the tenacity of self-sustaining practice, follow their character and conscience, and be pure and kind, and turn it into a fragrant and simple orchid in their hearts, even if they are not in a deep and secluded valley, they can leave a pure world for themselves." ”

The world is addicted to the material and the ** cross-current, the cage woven with money, looking through the erosion in the steel against the high places, and ignoring their own flesh that is gradually devoured by the emptiness of the soul. Although it has a body, it is only an empty shell after all! It is also a good choice to incarnate into a dark orchid in the hollow valley that is not stained by mud, leaving a clean space in the heart. Maintaining the holiness and nobility of the soul is the only way to reflect a different side of life.

The sound of the heavenly sound that circled the beam for three days made everyone linger for it, as if they were favored by a strange divine light, and felt the beauty from the heart.

"What an ethereal voice!"

Su Qingwu looked at Hua Xiangrong standing in the center of the stage, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a touching arc. She had to undergo harsh training when she was a child, except for that moment of warmth, what remained was cold loneliness, and Hua Xiangrong's song "Heavenly Sound" undoubtedly brought her into an almost heavenly beauty.

"I've always been curious about where you came from, but the faucet has always refused to reveal it. But from the subtle clues, I can probably guess that you have an extraordinary relationship with the person from six years ago, right?" Yan Wuxian walked over and said softly.

Su Qingwu was silent, she was noncommittal, her attitude towards Yan Wuxian was a little vague, the incident six years ago had broken her heart, and it was difficult for her to pay attention to those hazy things.

Seeing that Su Qingwu was silent, Yan Wuxian stopped talking, and he didn't know much about the things back then, and besides, since Su Qingwu didn't want to mention it, he couldn't bear to ask any more.

This scene was seen by Leng Shuihan, and he couldn't help but clench his hands. All along, he has been hiding his strength, and even his identity, he was originally cold, and after he met Su Qingwu, he began to gradually develop in a good direction, but since he found out that there was something inexplicable between Su Qingwu and Yan Wuxian, he hated Yan Wuxian.

"What belongs to me is mine after all, and no one can take it away!"

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The concert lasted for two and a half hours, Hua Xiangrong sang extraordinarily hard, and the moving songs resounded throughout the night in the sound of heaven, and the ancient city of Shanghai also bloomed with its own glory. Tonight, destined to be sleepless.

In the audience, a man in sunglasses was silently watching all this, he was ordinary, ordinary like a tiny speck of dust in the ocean, too insignificant.

"Everything in the world is illusory, and the world we live in is nothing but a utopia built by God with lies. Flowers want to look, you can be regarded as a wonderful flower in this mirror. It's a pity that my duty is to stop this existence that does not belong to the world, so let me solve you with my own hands!"

The man silently got up and left, leaving a mask on his seat, a mask with a man's face, eerie, and salien......