Chapter PS: Friendly reminder, before reading this chapter, please turn on the music and search for Jiangnan.

As far as the spirit of martial arts reaches, the rules manifest for their own use. This kind of power is no longer inferior to a cultivator of the same realm who has practiced a spell to perfection.

Not to mention, after Pai Yun Zhang's martial arts will caused the cloud qi to spread, Wang Zheng suddenly entered the state of the Flying Immortal Sword Realm, and the whole person was like an immortal in an instant.

Clouds can be rigid or soft, unpredictable.

At this moment, the sea of clouds spread from under one person's feet, the sea of clouds was surging, and the entire lakeside instantly looked full of fairy energy. And the young man standing in the middle of the sea of clouds is even more independent like a flying immortal.

The rolling sea of clouds spread out, and the soft power seemed to be pervasive, pushing the surging crowd away one by one.

This is also a good thing that almost everyone in this world has cultivation, otherwise Wang Zheng pushed it like this, I am afraid that there would have been a stampede a long time ago.

The sea of clouds is waves, like a flying immortal, and the mysterious martial arts create a Yunlai fairyland, and Wang Zheng is the only flying immortal in the Yunlai fairyland.

Such a venue set, coupled with Wang Zheng's appearance of pretending to be white, is definitely slow.

This can be seen from the eyes of the little girl who seems to have only Wang Zheng in her eyes.

The soft sea of clouds continued to spread, and it did not stop until it spread for thirty battles.

The soft but terrifying power gradually cooled down the fanaticism of the fans. But this does not mean that fans are not interested in Wang Zheng, on the contrary, in this world where power is supreme, Wang Zheng's hand undoubtedly makes everyone worship more!

Of course, not everyone can see the martial arts spirit, something that only a third-order powerhouse can have, but the invisible but felt aura of the flying immortals, as well as the sea of clouds that make most people almost irresistible, are enough to make them envious, jealous and hateful!

For a while, the crowded crowd instantly fell silent in the sea of clouds.

The next second after the silence, I don't know who shouted first, and then there was a uniform shouting like a tsunami.

"Wang Zheng!"

"Wang Zheng!"

"Wang Zheng!"

In the sea of clouds, Wang Zheng looked at the crowd, all eyes looked at him feverishly, and he took a deep breath.

He loved the feeling of being in the spotlight.

In his previous life, he fantasized countless times that it would be great if one day he could sing on a big stage where tens of thousands of people watched and screamed.

However, what was not achieved in the previous life, it has been realized in this life.

Seeing that the enthusiasm of the crowd was always high, Wang Zheng's face showed a heartfelt smile, his hands were pressed, and the crowd instantly quieted down.

"Thank you very much for your love. ”

There are a thousand words in his heart, but Wang Zheng only said this sentence in the end.

If it was a previous life, the same scene would be I love you, let me see your hands, such a passionate interaction.

Or a positive energy standard format inspirational and thankful response, or a crying sympathetic resonant response.

But put it here, none of this fits. Therefore, Wang Zheng could only say that simply. However, Wang Zheng is a beautiful actor who is not like a powerful actor, although his sentence is simple, but the effect is very good! Almost as soon as the voice fell, the scene became noisy again.

"Haha, it should be!"

"That's it, Brother Xiaoyao is so cute!"

"Li Xiaoyao is not as cute as a hammer!"

"Yes, there is no Nie Feng gentle!"

"There is no Danchenzi man yet!"

The first echelon is the female audience who is immersed in the beauty brain supplement and can't extricate themselves.

But then, their voices were drowned out, after all, this world is a world where power reigns.

"Senior Wang Zheng, does the dragon descending god leg have the power to descend the dragon when he has practiced to Dacheng?" The voice of a middle-aged man overshadowed many people and attracted Wang Zheng's attention.

"Huh?" His eyes fell on the big man, and Wang Zheng suddenly sighed lightly. The aura of the big man was somewhat similar to the leg of the Dragon Descending God, but it seemed a little vain, and it seemed that it should not have been long after the breakthrough.

"This one, it should be when he was looking at the wind and clouds, he saw the effect of the dragon descending god's legs, and he broke through with the touch of the touch bypass, right? Of course, the premise of this touch bypass is that he is practicing a similar martial art. ”

Although Wang Zheng has not been fully enlightened, he can try to enter the realm of the fourth order at any time, and this can naturally be seen.

Facing the longing eyes of the big man, Wang Zheng smiled: "Martial arts is all up to the individual. Stick to your own path, even if it is the most basic internal strength, after your continuous exploration, you can become a generation of strong people. ”

Wang Zheng's voice seems to be very infectious, and the most important thing is that Wang Zheng is in the heart of the Han at the moment, just like a martial arts encyclopedia, he can't hear that Wang Zheng is pouring chicken soup at all, but solemnly clenched his fists and nodded.

"Senior Wang Zheng, everyone in the world says that you know blood nerves, is it true or false?"

"I know Li Ruofeng, maybe I will also have his Nine Heavens Star Destiny Beidou Divine Light. This question is not easy to answer, and Wang Zheng avoids it mellowly.

In the noisy voice, Wang Zheng interacted with the fans without any shackles.

From martial arts, to magic weapons, to plots, to actors, to unspoken rules......

Wang Zheng tried his best to choose a part of the answer to satisfy the enthusiasm of the fans, of course, not surprisingly, almost every answer of Wang Zheng caused a scream.

After some interaction, Wang Zheng suddenly changed his words, pointed to the ground, and said with a smile: "Wang is filming everywhere, passing by here, dare to ask where is the boundary of this place?"

"This is the ......"

"Get out of the way, let me say! This is Xinghang City, which is under the rule of Changchun Valley. ”

"Changchun Valley? Isn't that the sect that is on an equal footing with the Golden Fire Sect?" Wang Zheng's mind moved, and he instantly thought of the fact that he had set up a trap for Jin Changming and asked Jin Changming to mortgage the title deed to Changchun Valley.

"Since it's Changchun Valley, I'm looking for that one to film. There shouldn't be any resistance. ”

"What about this lake, what is the name of this lake?" Wang Zheng, who had a plan in his heart, pointed to the lake behind him again.

"Jinniu Lake!" This time, a scream that almost pierced the clouds sounded at the same time, answering Wang Zheng's question.

"Golden Bull Lake?"

Wang Zheng chewed it, and then said with a smile: "Because the lake is in the west of the state city, it should be called West Lake." And what about the white stone bridge? Does the stone bridge have a name?"

"The stone bridge is called Duanjia Bridge. ”

"That's right! It's Duanjiaqiao. It was built by our old Duan family ancestors with money and efforts!"

"Duanjiaqiao...... Wang Zheng's eyes were full of smiles, and he pointed to the white stone bridge road where one part of the snow was divided into two sections:

"The lonely mountain road is broken here, under the residual snow, the bridge is not broken, in my heart, this bridge is more suitable to be called a broken bridge. ”

Wang Zheng's demeanor was leisurely, and he had some meaning of pointing out the country.

And the vast majority of fans are in a herd atmosphere, and they will echo whatever Wang Zheng says. Only the people of the Duan family are not happy, this bridge was built by my old Duan family, although you are awesome, but you can't say that you will change the name to us.

For a while, the Duan family's gaze towards Wang Zheng was a little wrong.

And Wang Zheng's spiritual sense is so keen, he immediately noticed this kind of wrongness. Looking at the middle-aged man who first talked about the allusion to Duanjiaqiao, Wang Zheng transmitted his voice into the secret road:

"Let's call it the broken bridge, he will give this broken bridge a good name that can be recited for thousands of years. ”

Hearing Wang Zheng's transmission, the head of the Duan family was stunned at first, and subconsciously looked at Wang Zheng. I saw Wang Zheng blinking, which was meaningful.

The head of the Duan family suddenly looked at me and smiled.

I don't know what my predecessors said, but I just think it's amazing. Moreover, with such a big wrist as Senior Wang, he will definitely not deceive people.

Thinking about what Senior Wang did, as well as the framing he said before, the heart of the head of the Duan family was pounding, and he had a hunch that the Duan family was going to be on fire!

Just when Wang Zheng and the head of the Duan family were privately conducting a PY, no, it was a very normal transaction. The girl who found Wang Zheng at the beginning, shook her pen and shouted hoarsely:

"Wang Zheng, did you create so many beautiful songs?"

It's a poignant question, and it's easy to resonate with other fans, almost a few breaths away, and the vast majority of the cries are about this question.

Scanning everyone, Wang Zheng nodded unceremoniously and said humbly: "It was made by Wang, and it can't be on the stage, and it can't be on the stage." ”

"Wow!

"yes, every song has a different feeling. ”

"Alas, I don't know why, listening to the songs in the wind and clouds, I really want to retire from the rivers and lakes......"

"Haha, then you go and listen to the song of Zhu Xianli! Wait for me to come back, it will bring a full body of brilliance! Listening to my blood boils!"

"No matter, no matter what, I like the songs written by Wang Zheng anyway!"

Wang Zheng's answer naturally caused a burst of exclamation and frenzy. However, the female fan seemed to have transformed into a brainless fan, and continued to ask frantically:

"Senior Wang Zheng, can you write a song for us?"

"Yes, write one!"

"Senior, write a song. ”

"Senior, write a song. ”

Listen to the uniform, as if shouting a trumpet. Wang Zheng secretly rolled his eyes, how can this little girl be so good at rhythm? Fortunately, there is an entertainment world behind the buddy as a backstage, otherwise you will really be pitted today.

"What's so hard about that?"

In the neat voice, Wang Zheng chuckled, and his voice alone instantly overshadowed tens of millions of people.

Then, in the expectant eyes of everyone, Wang Zheng floated up above the white clouds, and a jade flute appeared in his hand at some point.

"Jade flute, is it Yang Guo's jade flute......" Some fans recognized it immediately, but in the atmosphere of great anticipation, they quickly covered their mouths again.

In mid-air, Wang Zheng stepped on the clouds, the jade flute in his hand waved in a dashing manner, and suddenly the sound of the flute sounded, like resentment.

At the same time, the martial arts spirit of the wind god's legs surged, and the breeze between heaven and earth struck, so gentle that it seemed to be able to stick to people.

"The wind is sticky here, sticking to the thoughts of passers-by. ”

The weather that has been gloomy finally started to rain lightly, Wang Zheng smiled and continued to sing:

"When the rain arrives, it wraps up in threads, haunting us with nostalgia for the world. ”

Listening to Wang Zheng's singing, almost everyone suddenly suddenly realized that the wind and rain in Xinghang City can be so beautiful? At this time, Wang Zheng's singing continued, and his eyes gently swept over the crowd:

"Circle and circle, every day, every day, every day, I look at your face deeply. The tenderness of anger, the tenderness of complaining, the face. ”

A song came out, and I don't know how many girls were thrilled at this moment.

In the territory of Xinghang City, Xu is because under the rule of Changchun Valley, they tend to act gently, and every girl here is born gentle, as Wang Zheng sang, anger is gentle, and complaining is also gentle.

At this moment, many women suddenly felt that there were really people in this world who understood them for the first time. And this person is Wang Zheng.

Of course, Wang Zheng is only a bosom friend and an idol. But it's not the person around them who is treated gently by them. The thought of that person brought a gentle smile to the faces of many women.

Not only women, but also the vast majority of men also showed a gentle look in this song full of Jiangnan charm.

For those who are married, their mother-in-law may not be very beautiful, but that inadvertent gentleness has spent countless days and nights with her.

For a while, countless eyes collided with each other here, and countless long-lost hands were held again.

They have only each other in their eyes at the moment, and they hold a world in their hands.

And for those unmarried young people, all kinds of desires and darkness in their hearts seem to be drowned out by this tenderness. If you think about it carefully, having fun or something, it's really not as heart-warming as the tenderness of anger and complaining.

Hmph! Typical masturbation before masturbation is like a demon, and after masturbation is as holy as a Buddha!

Wang Zheng waved the accompaniment of the jade flute sword technique in his hand, stepped on the footwork of the leisurely walk, and fluttered above the sea of clouds, like a flying immortal who was not stained with red dust. Looking at the crowd below who were immersed in tenderness, his eyes were full of smiles.

"Use a love song for a long-lost tenderness. Maybe that's the power of music. It can always cleanse people's hearts when they are inadvertent, so that the audience suddenly remembers a certain person or something......"

The meaning of the existence of a star, Wang Zheng seems to understand it at the moment. It's not about power, it's not about the right path. At this moment, he simply enjoyed the touching of listening to him sing.

The singing continued, and unconsciously, Wang Zheng's singing sounded throughout Xinghang City, and countless people stopped, immersed in the singing voice that seemed to have the blood of Xinghang City in their bones.

"We who don't know how to show tenderness think that love is like the fickleness of the wind and clouds. Believing in love for one day, worth forever, freezes time in this moment. ”

"Those who don't understand the torment of love and hatred still think that martyrdom is just an old rumor. How painful it can be to leave sorrow, how strong the pain is, when the dream is in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the heart is broken. ”

ps: As a 27-year-old single dog, although he has not achieved much in his career and writes books, he still believes in love. I dedicate this chapter to all my brothers and sisters. May you be treated with tenderness.