My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Zeng Jing came on stage in a suit and leather shoes.

A piece of broken hair looks full of masculinity.

Wearing leather shoes, he is 1.7 meters tall and slender and tall.

The sunshine and handsomeness of martial arts practitioners are unique.

He is not a star, but he is more handsome than a star.

"The sound of prosperity escaped into the empty door and shocked the world.

The dream is cold and how many love debts are there in a lifetime?

If you default to waiting for life and death, waiting for the growth rings one after another.

How many floors is broken in the pagoda?Whose soul was broken?

The pain went straight to a broken lamp and collapsed mountain gate.

Let me wait a little longer for history to turn around.

Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a zither. "

At this point, Zeng Jing uses her inner strength to control the rise of the energy in her Dantian and lift her soft throat bones. This is how the original falsetto is produced. It is actually a mixture of true and false tones.

Zeng Jing tried her best to make her voice as round as possible. This was a female voice.

"It's raining incessantly, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep.

I hear you are always alone.

The mottled city gate is entangled with old tree roots, and the words echoing on the stone slabs are waiting.

It rains heavily and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village, and it was us who were destined to take root. "

The male voice is restored, the song has ups and downs, and the gentle talk seems to bring people back to the ancient city of Luoyang.

The dilapidated city gates and desolate former residences all prove the vicissitudes of that period of history. How can lovers wait for them who lived thousands of years ago?How to miss?

The lyrics are adapted from Luoyang Jialan Ji. Zeng Jing only remembers a bodhi tree and a drop in the ocean, only temples and monks. Maybe they are not necessarily lovers in the story.

Zeng Jing was immersed in the memories of the thousand-year-old temple, and the movement routes of the Shenglong Diagram in her body seemed to move accordingly.

"Listen to youth and welcome laughter, which makes many people envious.

The annals of history, gentle and unwilling, are too cruel to write.

Fireworks are easy to be cold, and personnel are easy to divide.

And you're asking, am I serious?

Thousands of years later, after many lifetimes of love, who else is waiting?

And how can Qingshi not be true?Wei Shu Luoyang City.

If you are passing through the door with the previous life.

Follow the mortal world and follow me throughout my life. "

Another cross-section, the listener is sad and the listener sheds tears.

"It's raining, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep.

I heard that you are always alone.

The mottled city gate is entrenched with old tree roots.

What echoed across the stone slabs was wait.

It rains heavily and the vegetation in my old hometown is deep.

I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.

The sound of the reed flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village.

It is we who are destined to take root.

It is we who are destined to take root.

Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity. "

The whole place was silent. People were wandering between ancient times and modern times, unable to tell which time and space they were in.

I really want to go back to Luoyang, the ancient capital of thousands of years, to feel the splendor of that period of history.

With a soft sound, another acupuncture point was opened.

Zeng Jing looked up to the sky and howled. A strong wind suddenly rose on the stage, and the halo was flowing. At that moment, he was as charming as a god.

People witnessed the birth of a master, and an invisible pressure filled the venue. Zeng Jing was like an emperor dominating the world.

There was thunderous applause, and the students finally reacted. Shouts broke out, mixed with the screams of girls.

"Zeng Jing, I love you!"

I don't know whose voice it was, but it was gradually drowned out by the applause.

What Zeng Jing didn't know was that Hubei TV Station broadcast the entire party.

The ratings rose again and again, and by the time Zeng Jing's performance ended, the ratings were as high as [-]%.

In the Internet age, it is not easy for a TV series to achieve a viewership rating of more than [-]%.

Qingcheng Mountain.

Taoist Master Wuchen and two old men were drinking together.

A little Taoist priest reported with a mobile phone.

"Lord Dragon, there is new news about Zeng Jing that you are paying attention to."