"This is so sinister!"

"Who came up with this bad idea!"

"Wang Zheng, who else can there be?"

"Oh, I originally wanted to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but this time it's over, it's all gone! I said a few days ago that I can make money with Wang Zheng, the little ancestor."

"It's a big deal for you to make some money! My junior sister who has never held her hands before is completely out of the way!"

"What do you think he wants to do? He doesn't want to show it to us after the filming is finished, right?"

"Oh, I want to see it even more after such trouble. The ancestors in the sect gave me the death order and I had to get a photo stone back."

"The elders in your sect want to understand the principles, artistic conception and ideas of Taoism, magical powers or magic weapons in Shushan. I can understand this. If you do this well, it will be a great achievement!

md, what about me? The wives in my family are making trouble with me every day! I have to read the Legend of Swordsman in Shushan, and I also said that I want to stimulate my enthusiasm for cultivation through this.

Bah! Do you think I don’t know? I just want to see Li Ruofeng, Wang Zheng, Gao Yun and the others!”

"What can you do? Of course, you choose to forgive them!"

The whole world is scolding Wang Zheng, making Wang Zheng seem like a terrible evil person. However, because of such a verbal battle, the Legend of Shushan Sword Heroes has become so popular that it is incredible.

The entire northern region has an unprecedented demand for the Legend of Shushan Sword Heroes. Those who were lucky enough to see the Legend of Shushan Sword Heroes even hid the Stone as a treasure.

When you brag about the plot of the Legend of Swordsman in Shushan, how shocking is the plot of the Legend of Shushan? How many magical weapons and magical ideas and artistic conceptions are there?

In the powerful public opinion effect of the Legend of Swordsman in Shushan, the so-called four masterpieces in the Northern Region were stopped directly.

Xiang Tianyou completely stopped the legend of Long Aotian in grief and anger.

In the story of my junior sister and I, the younger sister, was discussing the story of the Legend of Swordsman in Shushan with my sisters all day long.

The Legend of Zhang Dafu continued to shoot tepidly, and because the Legend of Zhang Dafu spared no effort to advertise for the Legend of Shushan Swordsman, he gained a wave of favor, not as thoroughly as he did.

As for the romantic and beautiful man, it can only be said to be desolate.

In a mountain village with beautiful mountains and rivers, the man dressed in a handsome man, but he was definitely not as handsome as a monk, was surrounded by a group of girls with anger on his face.

"tmd, don't shoot anymore!" The man kept muttering this sentence.

"Young Master Deng is not as good as Senior Wang. It's human nature. There is no need to be so angry."

Faced with the man's angry look, the girls all comforted him.

It seems that for men, the girl is the best medicine in the world. As soon as the girls spoke, the men's mood suddenly improved a lot.

After scanning the girl for a week, the man's voice was soft, and water seemed to be overflowing from his eyes, and he said to the girls:

"The beautiful man in the romantic and beautiful woman is just a playful work. If you can't continue to shoot, just don't take it. Deng was not angry with him because he was not as good as Senior Wang, but because Deng never had the chance to spend time with all the girls again."

"well."

As he said that, the man sighed deeply. The appearance made people feel as distressed as he would.

Where did the beautiful girls in the mountain village go through such a scene? A girl immediately grabbed the man's arm and said softly:

"Young Master Deng doesn't need to be too sad. Sisters are just waiting for you here. If Young Master Deng doesn't dislike you, I'll be..."

The girl didn't finish her words because her face was already blushing, and tears began to appear in vaguely.

Obviously, the girl has been infected by the atmosphere and can't extricate herself from being immersed in the atmosphere created by the man.

Upon hearing this, the man stretched out his other hand with a doting look on his face and gently wiped the girl's eyes:

"The tears from my daughter's house are the most precious thing in the world. Don't let it be lost like this."

"No, it's not for Mr. Deng." The girl's face turned even more blushing when she heard this, but the secret joy and shyness in her heart diluted the original sorrow.

Seeing the girl burst into tears and laughing, the man seemed to feel relieved. He looked at the surrounding women. The man shook his head and forced a smile:

"You go, I'll watch you go back here. Don't look back at me, just take on the melancholy of parting alone."

"Young Master Deng..."

"Go, don't act like that little child again."

"Oh, Mr. Deng. If you will come back, if you haven't married me..."

I didn't finish my words because the girls saw the men, so I understood everything.

In the end, they could only turn around and leave in the man's loving eyes.

Of course, they also keep the man's words in mind and don't look back at him.

The road is not far, but the girls walked very long, but eventually disappeared into the peaceful mountain village.

At this time, the man suddenly closed the expression on his face, put his arm that had been held in his arms by the girl before and sucked hard:

"Ah! This is the body fragrance of virginity! I smelled so big and soft!"

The man's face at this moment was completely lewd and intoxicated, so how could he look like he had before?

After immersing in the fragrance on his arm for a while, the man suddenly gave himself a big mouth and said to himself with a look of regret:

"Deng Feng, why are you so useless? You agreed to be a flower-picking thief with ideals, culture and connotations?

This beauty is here, and I can’t even do it? Do you still have some principles of being a thief?"

“tmd!”

Deng Feng cursed fiercely: "Don't you have any principle of loyalty to your ideals!"

“How many times have it been?”

"When he was fifteen years old, he peeked at Widow Li in the village. After being discovered by Widow Li, Widow Li's eyes were all over. At that time, he was actually timid?"

"Okay! I was young and ignorant at that time. Why did you still be timid when Miss Gao was attracted by your literary talent?

Isn’t it normal? Did you even get rid of the trick? I’ve squeezed my little hands, why are you scared again!”

"Okay! Miss Gao's family is a lady after all, and even a flower-picking thief cannot make people feel shameless.

Why did you get scared when you plucked up the courage to go to the brothel last time? Two big beauties who are so clingy started to take off there, and I fucking ran away?"

"And this time, I finally got inspiration from Senior Wang Zheng and found a new opportunity. I thought I could finally officially embark on the bright road of flower picking thieves?

Okay! I can't do it again after the end? Deng Feng, Deng Feng, can you have some success?"

With a look of frustration and regret, Deng Feng kept condemning his repeated failures on the road to flower picking thieves.

He found in despair that as an inspirational man who wants to become a flower-picking thief and a romantic and beautiful man, he is actually a young man!

"No! I must succeed this time!"

"There must be many young girls in the Three Kingdoms Cultural Conference! This time, I must succeed!"

Immersed in despair for a long time, Deng Feng once again calmed down his mood and strengthened his belief!

Thinking of the girls at the Three Kingdoms Literature Conference who were ignorant of the world but had extraordinary appreciation for men with extraordinary literary talent, a glimmer burst out in Deng Feng's eyes.

At the same time, a lewd smile appeared on his face: "Little beauty, I, Deng Feng, are here!"

As he said that Deng Feng's literary spirit was vigorous and the milky white literary spirit turned into golden small characters.

Those small words form a psalm, which describes the immortals traveling to Beiming.

The poem seemed to have mysterious power filled it, and the golden small characters surrounded Deng Feng up and down Feng Fei.

Deng Feng flew quickly towards a nearby city by relying on the air.

Using poems, songs and essays as the qi of the *** and the bones to fly out of thin air, this method is equivalent to the art of flying by cultivators.

It’s just that there is no magic weapon to carry it, and it is far inferior to that of a cultivator in terms of consumption and speed.

But even so, being able to stimulate the power of literary Taoism in the mind is enough to prove that Deng Feng has already understood the poem in his heart.

If he can fly out of thin air, his cultivation level will at least have the strength of the second-level late stage!

So young, in the late stage of the second-level Wendao period, it can be said that he is a genius.
Chapter completed!