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

Hearing the sigh of King Yanbei, the entire inn was silent.

In the blink of an eye, some listeners couldn't help it any longer, and the tears fell down.

Seeing this scene, King Yanbei raised his hand and scratched his head, then closed the window again.

"Cry so much, it's like this king is dead. Are you crying for this king in advance!"

The tone of these words sounded funny, but no one laughed, just silently stopped the tears one by one.

But when Yun Liexue turned around and was about to sit down, he saw Yunxiu County Master and Yun Feiyang walking forward and kneeling directly in front of him on one knee.

"I've seen Uncle Huang!"

They don't know what Han Lian said. If it wasn't because he said that this is the elder brother of his father, they would still think that this is just a distant royal on the family tree!

"What are you two juniors doing? Why are you the same as those guys outside?"

Yun Konglie didn't pay his respects, he came to the tea table and sat down on his own, tapped the table lightly, and said with a smile, "Don't think that you come to see me with a greeting, I, the lord, have success under his command. Thousands of mouths, very poor!"

After saying this, he took off one palm of the doll and threw it with the other hand.

"Not getting up yet? Why don't I take off my arm as a thought for you?"

After hearing this, the Yunxiu County Master and the two stood up reluctantly, and still felt a little regret in their hearts.

The first time I met this King of Yanbei, I didn't meet him directly. If I let my father or clan know about it, a verbal education would be indispensable!

Although this is not a problem, the impression score must be discounted.

At this time, the Wuding Zen Master raised his eyes to look at Yun Konglie, frowning slightly: "I just knew that you spent a lot of life, but I never thought it was five hundred years.

If it is true as Mr. Han said, your lifespan is less than ten years now. Have you ever thought about who will keep this Yanbei Dao for you in the future? "

"Shou Yanbei? Isn't that easy?"

Yun Konglie pressed his arm again, tapped on his wooden head, and laughed a few times.

"This king has his own plan, you will know when the time comes."

"You still have a clever plan, it seems that you are going to cheat people again."

"Yes, Lao Hong, you must have forgotten that we still have an agreement.

It's really not possible, and it's not too much for you to help me for more than ten years.

Hey, what I'm worried about now is that the content of this storytelling is transmitted back to Yanbei.

If this king has ten years of good life, let my soldiers know, this look is really difficult to handle. "

"..."

"..."

On the other tea table in the room, Yun Feiyang was worried and frowned upon hearing various words from the tea table next to the screen.

He looked at the Yunxiu County Master beside him, and said in a low voice, "If Uncle Huang's state is really as Mr. Han said, it will not be before today, and it will be passed on to the father's ears.

How many ways can you think of to extend the life of Uncle Huang? "

"This..."

Princess Yunxiu was just about to say something, but was interrupted by Feng Xiu.

He looked at the two people across from him, with a little nostalgia flashing in his eyes: "Don't waste your time.

My grandfather once told me that people have a hunch that people are about to die. Naturally, King Yanbei did not want to hang his life by prolonging his life. He thought that he had already arranged his own affairs.

If there are all kinds of problems in the middle, it will not be beautiful. "

After hearing this, the Yunxiu County Master thought for a while, and fell silent.

Yes, such a big man has his own will.

If the father emperor knew about the emperor's uncle's thoughts, he would support it.

.... Ninth on the storytelling martial arts list, dozens of breaths have passed.

But the listeners were still filled with that faint sadness.

When Han Lian was thinking about whether it would end here, a listener spoke up.

"Mr. Han, is the Wubang that I'm going to talk about next, also a character like King Yanbei?

If that's the case, it's really sad. "

Hearing this, Han Lian pondered slightly, then shook his head.

"There are thousands of people in the world, and they are all different. How can Han have the same grief?"

His words fell, and the listeners gradually took their minds out of the state on their backs and looked up at Han Lian.

After a few more breaths, Han Lian realized that the timing was just right, and then 'Sa' opened the jade folding fan and fanned it gently, saying, "Eighth on the martial arts list: Drunk Taoist Chen Longshi."

"Nowadays, in the Fallen Feather Realm, the division of monks according to their cultivation methods is nothing more than 'righteous devils'.

But have you ever thought that long before the Sunda Dynasty, the division of monks was not 'righteous demons', but spiritual and evil cultivators.

At that time, the exercises did not distinguish between righteousness and demons, they were one and the same, both righteous and demonic, all depended on the nature of the mind. "

"This drunken Taoist practiced the exercises at that time, the Dream Drunk Mysterious Technique.

This method may sound strange, but as the name suggests, it needs to be lined with wine, so that it can be practiced. "

"And this wine is not brewed by ordinary six millets, nor is it brewed by spiritual materials.

There are only three ingredients for the brewing recipe it needs! "

"One is the blood of the demon clan, the second is the essence of the barbarian clan, and the third is the monster in the world!"

"When he was doing a big job back then, the sect where he belonged was also a large sect that suppressed a place.

However, due to various reasons, it gradually declined and became a single-passage hermitage.

There are not too many requirements for this sect to include disciples. As long as you can drink alcohol and your xinxing is not bad, you can enter this sect.

When Chen Longshi was a young man, he once opened a wine shop in his home. Because his home was attacked by a monster that gave birth to spirituality, he was left alone.

On that day, he wanted to close the wine shop and travel far to obtain the practice method, and he met an old Taoist who came to beg for wine. "

"After drinking a lot of water, the old man bluntly said that his lifespan was exhausted, and he just asked him to find a desolate place to bury himself.

He has no possessions and can only use the wine gourd around him as wages. "

"After Chen Longshi responded, he laughed out loud, and immediately went silent.

Chen Longshi, in line with the principle that promises should not be taken lightly and should be fulfilled, naturally did not hesitate to bury this old man. "

"When he was thirsty, he wanted to open the gourd stopper to drink, but found that although he could hear the sound, no drop of water and wine came out.

And at this moment, the old Taoist true spirit circulated from it, washed the essence and cut the marrow for it, leaving a legacy. "

"After he got the practice method, he didn't have any joy and emotions. He knew that the demon was brutal and fierce, and he planned to complete his practice and take revenge.

Who would have guessed that this Drunk Dream Mysterious Art would be a hundred years at the flick of a finger. "

"There is a saying, 'All kinds of drunken dreams are reflected, whoever said that drunken dreams turn into emptiness'.

With the help of the mysterious method, he crossed the thunder tribulation in a dream and cultivated the secluded realm. "

"The reason I woke up was because the wine in the gourd was empty."

"So, he used the method of Xuan Gong to eliminate the little demons in the whole place, and together with many cultivators, he put them into the wine gourd.

Shaking, it turned into a drink and entered the throat. "

When he said this, the expressions of some of the listeners changed slightly, and he knew what they were thinking, and his tone changed, and said: "Although the cultivator is a human, his soul and body have already been transformed into the category of phantom demons.

Not pure, but barely usable.

He had some gaps in his heart, but when he saw the monster monk slaughtering the mortal mountain village and sacrificing blood and food, he didn't feel anything.

After all, isn't it 'cannibalism' by the cultivator of the monsters who use the human race to cultivate the common practice?

He has probably been drunk and never woke up. All kinds of things in this world have already made him muddy. If the cultivator is not a person, he naturally doesn't have to take it seriously. "