Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

The content of Han Lian's storytelling, because the story itself is quite mysterious, and mixed with comments on many geniuses, led to the popularity far exceeding everyone's expectations.

Not only was it spread wildly in Tiannan Dao, but the content of it was spread outside Tiannan Dao in just one day.

Longchuan Road, Qingqu House.

In the early years, this mansion was originally a country of Wanli Zeguo. Later, there was a great power, who was very quiet and thoughtful, so he used his means to dig a river and introduce the water flow from this place into the East China Sea.

He swung his sword in front of the mansion and cut out an eight-hundred-mile-long clearing canal to dredge the flow of water, which has been preserved to this day, and he firmly called this place the 'Qingcanal Mansion'.

In the sky above the Qing Canal, I saw a white-haired young man standing on the water, with a snow-white floating dust on his arm, which seemed to be a bit of dust.

At his feet, the clear canal was dyed scarlet with blood, dozens of corpses crowded on the river, attracting ferocious fish to devour it.

The young man, however, turned a blind eye to everything in front of him, and took out a blood-stained book from his sleeve.

On the cover of the book, the handwriting has been stained with blood and it is difficult to distinguish, and the three big characters "Zhitian Zhuan" are vaguely visible.

"It's kind of interesting, just a storyteller who knows so much, even the three thousand Buddhas in my hands.

But things like Yun Feiyang can also appear on the same page as me? "

He is not someone else, he is exactly what Han Lian said, the Daozi Youhuang who has no life teaching.

Only for his own killing and protecting life, he never believed in anyone, only in himself.

The corpses in front of them were one of the water bandits, and the leader even had a Celestial Realm cultivation base. Relying on the method of water movement, they have been rampant here for several years, which can be said to be full of evil.

However, he saw him chuckle and tore off the last page of Han Lian's comment on Tianjiao in the Fallen Feather Realm, and in a blink of an eye it turned to ashes and floated downward.

Looking at these ashes, You Huang slowly closed his eyes and sighed.

"There is spiritual energy in the canal, and it is naturally easier for the living beings in the water to enlighten their wisdom.

It's just a pity that you like to eat the flesh and blood of the human race, and in the future you will turn into a demon race, which is also a disaster if you think about it. "

"In that case... don't blame me."

He sighed again, the floating dust between his arms shook slightly, and the strands of floating dust instantly became longer, like a large net, stabbing towards the clearing canal.

It was just a momentary scene, and the dust whisk was quickly retracted and returned to its original appearance.

The corpses and fish creatures that were originally above the clearing channel turned into bones and sank to the bottom of the pool in an instant.

On the floating dust in You Huang's hand, there was a faint flash of scarlet color, and there was also a flash of ruddy on his face.

After doing this, he looked up to the southeast with a little expectation in his eyes.

"This storyteller, just by reading his storytelling articles, knows that he must be a scholar.

I just don't know what I have to say about my way of killing and protecting life. "

After saying this, You Huang did not hesitate in the slightest, waving the dust in his hand, the whole person stood on a lonely boat, and went down the water of the clear canal.

Longchuan Road itself is the highland of the Sunda Dynasty, and I don't know how many rivers originate here.

Downstream, thousands of miles a day is not a joke.

And he was not the only one who rushed to Lingnan House on Tiannan Road like You Huang.

Including those who appeared in the book and who had never appeared in the book, the arrogance of Luoyu Realm seemed to have a tacit understanding. They resigned from the sect together, put down their previous affairs, and rushed to Lingnan Mansion.

A sentence in the book is the key to their journey.

Among the sects, the strength of the younger generation Tianjiao can represent the strength of the sect to a certain extent.

The appearance of this sentence is no longer a matter of those arrogant people, but about the reputation of the sect and the dignity of one's teacher.

Even if you go and lose, there is no problem.

Skills are not as good as people, and they should be recognized.

But if you don't go, I'm afraid I don't know how many people will gossip.

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On the first day after the storytelling, practice and tea.

The second day after the storytelling, practice and tea.

The curtain of "The Legend of Covering the Sky" was opened, and I don't know how many people came to visit.

Han Lian wanted to meet them one by one, but he was familiar.

But when he saw the crowded crowd below from the window, he completely lost interest.

After all, he was not good at socializing with people, and he talked with Leng Hanchan before because he happened to be interested.

Now the situation makes him not want to show his face at all.

He simply saw no one, locked himself in the room, and worked as an otaku for two days.

During the time of these few people, he completely consolidated the realm of his golden body.

Not only that, he also completely controlled the jade folding fan.

This folding fan integrates attack and defense, and has comprehensive functions. Because the system is produced, he can refine it without any effort.

In comparison, the folding fan in his hand, even if it is used by a celestial phenomenon, a butterfly, or even a monk with a higher realm, is a good weapon.

After all, it is a psychic treasure, and it is regarded as a spiritual tool in the Falling Feather Realm, and the number is quite rare.

In the early morning of the third day, the sky was not yet clear, and the entire inn and restaurant had already begun to be noisy.

Han Lian turned the corner and entered the teahouse, and found that the entire teahouse and even the inn were already full of listeners.

The originally spacious chairs are now all gone, and only three small benches are left.

This is not the most extreme. Han Lian also discovered that the courtyard wall of the original tea house had been torn down at some point, leaving only a gatehouse.

Although there are many people, the voices are a little noisy, but from them, you can still hear a shout.

"Mr. Han, it's already the third day, hurry up, I'm all thankful for the flowers I've been waiting for!"

"Three days, three full days, do you know how I spent these three days! Thirty-six hours, one hundred and forty-four hours..."

"If the little tree doesn't repair, it won't go straight. We can't get used to Mr. Han's problem. How can it be possible to tell stories every three days? Let me tell you the number, at least three times a day!"

"In order to read Mr. Han's storytelling, the old man invited everyone from the entire martial arts hall to help you watch the show. You don't need to say too much. Just tell me a few dozen more words about what you will say next time!"

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This lively scene, Han Lian thought it was a star concert in a previous life, and the scene where the deliveryman delivered food and entered the venue to find people.

When he drank a cup of clear tea to moisten his throat, he felt that it was too late, and he walked up to the high platform of the teahouse without any hassle.

Sa!

With the crisp sound of the jade folding fan in their hands, everyone also noticed Han Lian's figure, and the whole restaurant suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the audience below, Han Lian also folded his folding fan and clenched his fists:

"I've made you all wait for a long time, so let's make up for it first.

Without further ado, let's get straight to the point. "

He put the jade folding fan on the desk, cleared his throat, and said:

"Book pick up!"

"The five-color altar opens the ancient road, the nine dragons pull the coffin to break the universe, the foreign guests fall into the shadows, and the ancient temples are now ancient temples."