What? Did he report it under his real name again?

In Chen Zhe's memory, the martial arts dramas in this world are still at the stage of hard bridges and hard horses, and the names of Kung Fu are even more speechless, such as Ice Palm Flame Knife and so on. Oh, it sounds like an urban-rural fringe. The first time he saw Dong Wenwu, he didn't know why he thought of Master Huang Zhan in "A Laugh in the Sea", and his rough and heroic voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Second uncle, in my opinion, martial arts dramas in the actual stage are still a bit primitive...I...", Chen Zhe continued with a smile.

"You brat, don't think that calling me "Second Uncle" won't stop me from scolding you. The martial arts dramas I've filmed are more salty than the ones you've ever eaten. Today, just for the sake of your godfather and godmother, I replaced you with someone else. I threw the wine glass away a long time ago!" After hearing Chen Zhe's words, Dong Wenwu interrupted him a little unhappy and raised the wine glass. After all, no matter who you are in your field of expertise, you will not feel comfortable being challenged by others.

"No, second uncle, please listen to me carefully before you throw me away." Chen Zhe shrank his head.

"Okay, okay, just tell me. If you can't tell me anything today, I won't even give you the respect of your godfather and godmother!" Dong Wenwu laughed angrily, this little bastard, I Even if you don't get down the stairs, don't blame me for getting mad.

Chen Zhe organized his words, looked at Dong Wenwu and said seriously: "Second uncle, the reason why I say that the current martial arts dramas are original is based on evidence. Look, the actions of the current martial arts dramas are all old routines, hard bridges and hard horses. , although it is masculine but not elegant enough, take Qinggong as an example. Second uncle, look at your drama. The so-called Qinggong can jump three feet high at most. Oh, what does that look like? The idiom of flying over the roof and walking over the wall is similar to It has been circulating for many years. If you look at those in your play, it is not Qing Gong. It is just a giant monkey jumping on a tree branch!"

"What the hell...",

As soon as Dong Wenwu opened his mouth, Chen Zhe continued: "What is real Qing Gong? Think about it. The hero and heroine in your hands are chasing each other through the bamboo forest with swords. They fly across the bamboo sea with just a tap of their toes on the bamboo. You can fly across a large river with a few taps on the water, or even cross a large river by stepping on a leaf, with your hands behind your back and your clothes fluttering, wow, what a scene like that..."

"You fart...where is such Qinggong? What the hell..." Dong Wenwu was stunned for a while and then angrily retorted.

"Second uncle, don't worry about whether you fart or not, just tell me whether you are handsome or not!!" Chen Zhe raised his head and pretended to say,

Li Muxuan couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw Chen Zhe's gibbering. He knocked on his head and said, "Speak well, what does it look like!".

Dong Wenwu held the wine glass and pondered for a long time, saying, "He is indeed very handsome." Then he said uncertainly, "Is it feasible?"

"Can you please remove the word "?", what you and your colleagues took looks like a fight in the urban-rural fringe of the empire to me! It's so different from the Beijing and Shanghai in my mind." Chen Zhe said with a smile.

"Can I whip this little bastard?" Dong Wenwu was angry and asked Li Muxuan, but he didn't ask Wen Taicheng. That thing is afraid of his wife, and he is a coward.

"Hey, second brother, why are you acting like a child? I'm just such a godson!" Li Muxuan smiled and looked at Chen Zhe tenderly.

"Then tell me what your world is?" Dong Wenwu drank the wine in his glass and looked at Chen Zhe.

"The Jianghu in my heart, "The Swordsman", "The Eight Parts of the Dragon", the Nine Swords of Dugu, the Evil-Escaping Sword Manual, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms. Take a look at the names in my Jianghu, aren't they handsome? Handsome? Just asking if you are handsome?". When Chen Zhe talked about rising, without waiting for Dong Wenwu to say anything, he picked up a chopstick and knocked on the empty bowl on the table, singing passionately:

The sea is laughing and the tide is surging on both sides of the strait

Ups and downs with the waves remember the present

The sky is laughing and the world is overflowing

Whoever loses who wins God knows

Rivers and mountains laugh and misty rain far away

How much the world knows

The breeze smiles like loneliness

Pride still has a night photo

The laughter is no longer lonely

The pride is still laughing foolishly

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

After Chen Zhe finished singing, he calmed down and looked at Dong Wenwu, who was stunned on the spot, and asked: "Second uncle, how is my world? Am I handsome?"

Li Muxuan and Wen Taicheng also looked at Dong Wenwu.

After a long time, Dong Wenwu rubbed his cheeks, picked up the bottle and took a sip of wine: "Handsome, so handsome. My eldest nephew, how about using this song as the theme song for my new drama?".

"It's a beautiful idea, second uncle. It's not that I look down on your new drama. It's too wasteful to use this song as the theme song for your new drama. The new song I asked Sister Xue to record is suitable for your new drama!" Chen Zhe said with an expression that said you don't deserve it.

"Then what kind of martial arts man is worthy of this song?" Dong Wenwu looked at Chen Zhe.

"Of course it's "Swordsman"," Chen Zhe blurted out.

"Bring it..." Dong Wenwu stretched out his hand.

"What the hell?" Chen Zhe was confused.

""Swordsman"." Dong Wenwu said confidently.

Chen Zhe:. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Dong Wenwu said impatiently: "What's the ink? Bring it quickly!"

"Wool, I haven't written it yet..." Chen Zhe said speechlessly.

"Go and write now. You are full anyway," Dong Wenwu pointed to the location of Wen Taicheng's study.

"Second uncle, I haven't listened to the new song I wrote for you yet." Chen Zhe rolled his eyes.

"Oh, that's not important. I've decided to use the song you wrote! Go and write about your world now!" Dong Wenwu was so deceived by Chen Zhe that he was stunned.

Chen Zhe:. . . . . , well, Chen Zhe reluctantly added Dong Wenwu's Wechat and sent him the song recorded by Wen Renxue.

Dong Wenwu didn't care about the song sent by Chen Zhe, and just pointed to the study room upstairs. The meaning was self-evident.

"Second uncle, don't worry. I'll write it to you as soon as I get back, okay? I can't get used to staying in my godfather's study!" Chen Zhe looked at his godmother for help.

"Second brother, how can you force a child like this? Besides, it will take time to write it out, so it's useless if you force it." Li Muxuan received Chen Zhe's request for help and said angrily to Dong Wenwu.

"You can go back and write, but you have to write out your story as soon as possible, or I will turn you into paste, do you hear me?" Dong Wenwu was a little embarrassed by Li Muxuan's complaints.

"Oh, I get it. You are really my second uncle. Second uncle, your watch looks pretty good, right?" Chen Zhe looked at the watch on Dong Wenwu's hand mischievously.

"You little bastard, take it, take it, it's a meeting gift for you!" Dong Wenwu took off his watch and threw it to Chen Zhe speechlessly.

Well, Tianji’s limited edition Pojun watch costs 213 million. . .